Category: England

Ushering them out the door: don’t tell a Scot what to do

Have been chatting with the Scots in my circle of friends, and it looks like they’re going to go with Independence. This has been building for a while…apparently the whole ‘We’d rather govern ourselves‘ thing isn’t a new concept up north. The curious thing is that not so long ago I agreed with the pundits… Continue reading Ushering them out the door: don’t tell a Scot what to do

Elaine’s Cuppa Cake

Our favourite Tottenham Riviera blogger elaine4queen has been threatening to move to Scotland, so I happened upon the perfect place for her. Her own café. Where we can all go and be sweary and inappropriate. As we are wont to do. This isn’t easy – all this blogging. To be honest, I’ve never been a… Continue reading Elaine’s Cuppa Cake

seeking refuge wherever they’ll have me

Here’s Durham Catherdral, which is one of the most beautiful examples of Norman (Romanesque) architecture in the world. 1093? Really? Goodness me, that’s old. Durham Cathedral was famous across England for being an official place of sanctuary for fugitives, such as myself. What a relief to know I could show up, knock on the door with… Continue reading seeking refuge wherever they’ll have me

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Pay attention to things written on walls, ok? Good news! Fafa has arrived in Engaland. She’s sitting here with me now. Here is mi madre: I took an overnight coach from Victoria Station to Manchester Airport and fetched her. They were working on the tracks, so rather than a train, we had to take a… Continue reading Untitled

maybe I’ll retire to Scotland…

Well, this is exactly what I was afraid of. ‘MIGRANTS RUSH TO GET OUR JOBS’, indeed. Had a very odd experience on the train from York to Durham yesterday, and it’s had me thinking ever since. There was a young man sat opposite my mother and me, and he had a series of long conversations… Continue reading maybe I’ll retire to Scotland…

pay attention and then do things and then have some milk

Let’s start with some guilt, eh? Guilt-orama, actually. This clock has some script under it, and you think, ‘Well, there’s as good a place as any to go for wisdom.‘ So? Here’s what it says (in case you can’t find your spectacles): No minute gone comes ever back again Take heed and see ye nothing… Continue reading pay attention and then do things and then have some milk

time to join the @elaine4queen Admiration Society

You all know @elaine4queen, right? If you don’t, you should. She’s like the very best thing bout the Tottenham Riviera. She and her dog Poppet are the best hosts in the entire history of hosting. There was even a statue of a goat in our journey. And, as you well know, you can’t always expect… Continue reading time to join the @elaine4queen Admiration Society

starting and ending in the front room on the Tottenham Riviera

The trip to London is like a huge chunk of molten ore from which I’ll be mining blogposts for a long time to come. Were I to show you my itinerary, you’d be astounded at how much I packed into such a short trip. Big ups to @elaine4queen for meditation-related help and conversations of the… Continue reading starting and ending in the front room on the Tottenham Riviera

Texas is for Lovers

In Notting Hill in London, there’s a shop, that’s been written about here before called the The Idler Academy of Philosophy Husbandry and Merriment, and I made the voyage to its doors. Upon arrival, I sat amongst the tomes and looked across the room to see the above. A man wearing a shirt that said ‘Texas… Continue reading Texas is for Lovers