A glimmer of hope for the future

Well, maybe I should have kids, after all! *PSYCH! After some months of rude, crude and downright dirty online dating experiences, (did I mention the **Italian journalist who wanted me to call him ‘slave’, lick my stilettos and sent a late-night, drunken message about pee? Nope? Another time maybe); I have seen a tiny chink […]

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Things I learnt in Paris, February 2014

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 […]

How I left the poor Frenchie lost in the City of Evil

OR: When I politely declined the offer of a bed for the night and went home……. Male – check Own teeth (all visible, not brown) – check Hair – check Sexy accent – check and check again! Handsome – check Funny with a capital ‘F’ for Funny AND French – check Second date in Paris?  […]