So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
In which we acclimatise nicely to villa life.
Tag Archives: thirty
Our Adventure Through The Chunnel
Apart from that, we shall eat and drink and shop. What’s French for ‘like, obviously’?
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
A train to Tuscany, Neapolitan mermaid donuts, some mild self reflection.
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
In which I crush on rainy Italy.
Dublin bingo and other games to play in the cold
What would you do upon arrival in Dublin, seven hours ahead of your friends? You’d charmingly chat to your elderly AirBnB hostess about the myriad literary delights Dublin is uniquely positioned to offer — Joyce, Stoker — and then you’d go to the Guiness factory, wouldn’t you? Yeah you would.
Six inches deep in mud!
400m, 200m, 100m…. And I’m still in predator alley.
Lions, tigers and goddamn dragons.
You know you’ve done it right when the waitress eyes off the table speculatively and then has to strategically remove the sugar bowl to accomodate all of your food.
Boom
I turned 30 last month. I finally admitted, under duress and in the face of unyeilding mathematics and biology, that I’m not a kid anymore.
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.
Turn the lights off / Carry me home
It’s the last day of my 20s. The title of this blog has been unashamedly borrowed from Douglas Adams and here I’m going to borrow another of his deliciously pithy phrases: Don’t Panic.
An unsettlingly big place 