Category Archives: Cataluna

The Independent says

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‘Human beings can smell sickness in others‘. I could have told them this.  It’s true, proved by the time my sister arrived at my place once, when I was ill and said, “your flat smells of death” and then gave me bananas and Lucozade. She wasn’t far off the mark, I had pneumonia.

Stats, Stats, wherefore art thou stats

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I’m addicted.  I can’t stop.  I keep hitting the refresh button.  I need to see at least ONE more view every second.  I love to see the little flags from all the countries that are reading me (that’s my favourite thing actually), quite interesting viewing these last few days……. and educational to!  I can identify […]

Life is all about balance

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and so to temper the sombre mood of the first post of today (and after the ‘dog chases chicken’ comedy aside), a little good news to brighten my day.  I’ve just secured my place to go to Cambridge in September to do an intensive course!  (OK, it’s only a week long, but it’s CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY!) […]

and then….

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you wouldn’t believe it, but this crazed dog, chasing a chicken (a CHICKEN, weird I know, where the hell did a chicken come from in the middle of Barcelona), crashed through the middle of the dance, knocking over several people in the middle of a passionate tango and one woman fell backwards into some drapes […]

OK, all joking aside

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First serious post.  Feels weird. It’s never a nice thing to see someone you care about so sad and so repentant and unable to fix the pain in their heart.  I know I know, it was great getting gifts and joking about when the boredom would set in, yada yada yada.  And this was all, […]

Sundays, the best day of the week

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When I’m not in the gym first thing Sunday morning, bench pressing 20 kilos (!!), I like to relax with a nice, lllooooong lie-in.  So long sometimes it can even last until Monday when I have to go to work.  So technically, this ceases to be a lie-in and is indeed, ‘bedridden’. Sunday lie-ins are marvellous and one […]

French women DO get fat – hurrah!! (it says so in the Guardian)

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So, you know the image of the perfect French woman, all chic and slim and cool and chic and slim and cool and stuff…… multiply it by infinity and add a dash of dismissive arrogance, then you’ve got my pre-conceived idea of a typical Parisienne.  And so the thought of going to a city full of these Stepford standard automatons […]