Category Archives: Blog

PANKnado

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(a bit like Sharknado, but not at all) Seriously, I feel like I was picked up by a tornado on Friday night in Wichita, and unceremoniously dumped somewhere in the middle of Kansas in the early hours of Monday morning.  Without my Ruby Slippers,and maybe a stray cow, a couple of chickens and a mangled tractor. […]

Things I learnt in Paris, February 2014

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It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time. Multiply that x 100 by night.  Utterly breathtaking. Multiply that x 100.50 by night from the back of the scooter of an extremely handsome and charming French man. Pastries are made the way they are supposed to be made, delicious and full […]

Two days in Paris

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Only a few photos, but a lot of laughs, great company and one particularly, breath-taking memory of Paris by night on the back of a scooter. NOTE: Not many people may know this, but there is an actual law that states you must take at least 50% of photographs of Paris in black and white. This colour photograph […]

If you wish hard enough, you can do magic with your brain

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I have a magic brain.  I started wishing yesterday for something to happen.  I wished really, really hard all day yesterday, all night and then today when I was getting up at 4.30am (when what I really wanted to do was stay in bed with my hot host).  That was not good, but necessary. Then, […]

Post good-times come down

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The only problem with having a whirlwind break away in a beautiful city with a really funny, charming and attractive man, is the return to reality…… Charles de Gaulle airport 6am, Easyjet, afternoon classes, an argument with a teenager in the queue and pain in parts of your body you didn’t know existed. Stage direction: […]

Living the Dream

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I’m living out a fantasy right now as I type, but not the one involving Johnny Depp dressed as Jack Sparrow, that’s another post for another day. Picture this, I’m sitting with my really long legs (work with me people) curled under me on the sofa, wearing an oversized ‘boyfriend’ jumper (it’s just an expression, don’t […]

How I found myself in a crack den

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OR: was taken by my  host  to simply pick up his scooter from a friend’s apartment. Because of your guest’s mild nervousness at being in a city where she doesn’t speak the language and is completely at the mercy of a man she barely knows (hot Frenchie), it’s not a funny joke to phone ahead […]