The prisoner’s log
Day 1 of my incarceration…
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The edge of nowhere is such a beautiful place
The seatback ads on the Icelandair air flight from London Heathrow to Keflavik, Reykjavik set the mood for the country you’re about to visit.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
The relevant double-page of my diary looks like three drunken spiders had bathed in ink then played Holi there: ‘mum arrives’ is scrawled in blue next to the smudged black ink of ‘print Alice tickets!’ near ‘Wales? 1pm?’ in hesitant green. I had my first real visitor and I was determined to show her as wide a spectrum of London as I possibly could. Apologies if this post reads like a shopping list of London activities. That’s how it felt.
Quantum entanglement
Prepare for me to be on remarkably good behaviour for two weeks, starting tomorrow.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar That Ate Melbourne
Date: 8 October Location: Doing something I've always secretly wanted to do — auditioning for a game show. (I feel pub trivia experience, paired with lawyer brain and Sephora Luster […]
www.wtf
Date: 8 September. Location: Krua Thai 2. Outwardly waiting primly for family to arrive. Actually salivating at the very thought of Panang curry. I always knew, but it’s been re-brought […]
The most beautiful things in life, according to Helen Keller
Date: 23 June Location: Santa Monica pier, munching on French fries and thinking I should really get that diet back on track. Notable sightings: a man in the corner of […]
An unsettlingly big place 