There’s something intrinsically depressing about British trains, I think. From the second you step on them you’re predestined for a gladiatorial territory dispute for a seat (frustration level adjusted based on whether you’ve paid for one in advance or not),
Oh look, a Christmas market!
Having just arrived back from my holiday, it seems only fair that I now write about my previous holiday. After all, without this sort of carry on how am I ever to make it appear as if I do nothing
Sometimes I think I’m only in it for the spandex
That’s hot.
Vansinnig mjölk
Still on the search for palatable chocolate milk (raised as I was on the highly excellent Farmers’ Union Classic Chocolate, nothing on this side of the world has proven a viable substitute). In the Swedish supermarket I spotted this moderately
Sfsg
Here we are, set up at our excellet apartment in Åre. So far we’ve done a fair portion of remarking about how cold it is (-16 C), had an excellent dinner (Thai chicken curry – thanks johan & yoyo), and
Yoink? Where’s my Danish…
Now, why would anyone in their right mind go to Scandinavia for a “lads’ weekend”? When any occasion is prefixed with “lads’”, it is transformed into a vision of a scabby darkened room where a bunch of boisterous blokes pissed
Anyone for sardines? Not much choice in ‘ere guv…
It’s a shame that “British Rail Companies” isn’t an anagram of “Architects of misery”, as that would be poetic and justified.
The sounds, the sights, the flashing lights
On our recent trip to Las Vegas I was lucky enough to insinuate myself onto a guided tour of a fascinating and overlooked piece of Sin City’s heritage, the Neon Boneyard. It was an extremely near-miss, owing to my propensity
Why am I not surprised?
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
Come on, grandma needs a new set of teeth!
Aside from waxing enthusiastic about the size of our hotel room, I don’t suppose I said much about our trip to Vegas, did I? Funny old place, Las Vegas – used to be a nice grassy place due to its