Angel Islington is one of the pretty pale blue properties on the Monopoly Board. It’s nestled in near Euston Rd, Pentonville Rd, Kings Cross Station, Chance and Jail. For years I idly wondered, whenever I landed on this cheap little property, what angels had to do with it. These were the days before Google, obviously.
I feel like Nadir is babysitting me. I suspect he feels the same way.
Nadir had warned me about persistent tour guides (and, having survived India, I can gild mine into the hardest of hearts and coax my lungs into the loudest ‘la’a, shuukrand!’) but he hadn’t warned me about this!
Let loose on Amman with a dying iPhone and precious little Arabic.
A not-particularly-coherent and a little messy post from Emirates airline seats over the Indian Ocean and Saudi. Consider skipping this post and waiting for the next one, which will be set in Jordan and probably quite funny.
Bibbity bobbity beau?
Some helpful tips, from my smug and wise 2014 self, to my 2015 self.
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
Dear Santa, define “good”.
Flowers, my black-thumb and meet a Londoner, Kennedy.
An unsettlingly big place 