Ten years ago I was hungover. Not much has changed. On this particular occasion I woke up on a sofa in the basement of my friend’s student digs in Cambridge. Stale smoke sat up in the air along with any plans I had for the day. Ben, the aforementioned friend, wandered into the room and … More #18 – Take a train ride across India
I woke up early and bagged up anything in my hotel room that wasn’t chained down. I didn’t know what the rest of my accommodation would be like so took two toothbrushes, body lotion, conditioner, shampoo, a shower cap, a comb and so many bars of soap that it looked like I was smuggling bullion. … More Rishikesh
I landed at around 10am, still dressed in the Canadian tuxedo I had worn to work the day before. I had one bag with me, hanging off one shoulder, full of what my friends call “Bastard shirts” – hideously glorious short sleeved Hawaiian-style tops. I also had toothpaste and some cotton buds so I was … More Delhi to Agra
This week I have seen a number of posts from people celebrating their personal wins for the year so far. I know I have made similar highlight-type posts in time gone by about my personal achievements for a given period. Due to personal circumstances, it hit me this time around that it’s ok if you … More What have you done?
I’m struggling to commit to editing at the moment. The whole thing feels like a lot of hard work, which is probably because it is. I know that I’ll get to it in my own good mystical time but for now I just need to get the words out of my head and onto the … More Here Comes The Night Time.
I’m at an age where I go to a lot of weddings. It seems to me that everything is currently doing the wedding thing. My right arm is constantly hooked, ready for another glass of champagne, another toast to another happy couple. That’s why it’s pretty impressive if a wedding goes above and beyond. This … More Tie that knot.
Yesterday morning I was getting coffee. This is not news. I turned from the counter and bumped into a girl. I had not seen her there and I had also not seen her in two years. Let me take you back. Fathom this out. Three years ago, I trekked the Grand Canyon for charity (don’t … More Running into the past.
