There’s nothing I like more

than occasionally pretending to be a real grown-up. I think that my actual grown-upness might have peaked between February 2010 and September 2011.  This is the period when I lived together with my boyfriend of the time, in a rather nice apartment on Pall Mall (the Liverpool address, not London).  Shoes off at the door, nice bathroom/kitchen, […]

The b*tch killers of Rue de Meaux

I think I’m witnessing the disposal of a body, on a balcony across the road.  I can’t see the body, but I know it’s there from the lifting and grunting and dragging from the two men stooped over something quite obviously heavy.  A body.  My delightful host has said nothing to quell this suspicion, in […]