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Hello from Bristol, where I’m enjoying a relaxed weekend of catching up with former housemate & shoe purveyor extraordinaire, the lovely Charlie. She’s once again demonstrated her amazing talents of assimilating local knowledge by taking me to a stonkingly good pub last night (The Cornubia), and we’re now reclining in The Pipe & Slippers while…
Having elected to debark (?) the train at Royal Leamington Spa, I am pleased to announce a dramatic improvement in the anagram situation. Among hundreds of others, this place offers “A linty promo lasagne”. I could live here.
It’s a shame that “British Rail Companies” isn’t an anagram of “Architects of misery”, as that would be poetic and justified.
This could be interesting. Am en route to Dublin for work today – I love an early flight. The first part of the plan came off ok: the waking up at 6:30 bit. Getting to Victoria station was straightforward. Getting the quarter-hourly Gatwick Express? Am not sure whether it’s Sod’s Law, or comeuppance for my…
I’m not very good at being sick. Don’t get the practice, you see. England’s not a fun place to get sick, as I found out a few years ago during the great morris dancing calf muscle insurance giggle ordeal. This time though instead of forking out 8000 squid for a 90 second appointment, I’d do…
This project of writing up my Vegas trip is proving more difficult than I thought, so in the meantime, I’d like to document my enthusiasm and surprise for the particular part of south London I’ve spent the last 12 or so hours in. Previously I had understood that it was totally inaccessible (the A to…