For there is in London

When the emotional strain of the #GBBO semi-final makes you cry, you know that it’s probably time to get a life. That was me the other week. Friday night in London: there must be more out there than last week’s Homeland on our laptops. Off we go to find it. Starting in the Tate Modern’s…

Unnecessary little yappy dogs

Greenbelt was where I’d hoped to be last weekend. Sitting eating Goan Fish Curry in the balmy afternoon sunshine, sipping chai in the Tiny Tea Tent from an unhygienic mug, listening to Shane Claiborne inspire me to live in community, and bumping into random people who I hadn’t seen for years. Instead, due to the…

L’ Invitée: she came to stay

UK student cards work in France. Très bien! This gets me a decent price for a two-day hop-on hop-off boat pass. River Seine, here I come. What is it about boats that compels strangers on one to wave at strangers on another? The new-found solidarity of being afloat at the same time? Odd. But compulsive.…

Paris continues: a weekend with friends

I came to Paris in need of good food and good company, along with a decent dash of energising solitude. The weekend kicked off with the former and ended happily with the latter. Tick box, as Anna would say. Nessie and I consumed our morning coffee and pains au chocolat in a little local square,…