It’s been almost a year since I began this blog, so I’ve decided to repost some of my auld material in honour of my blogiversary. Fun stuff, eh? So, here was one of the very first blogposts I came up with. The thought of not documenting a trip to the Medici family’s city with a… Continue reading Day in a feminine city one year on…
Glyn the Spurs fan and lahikmajoe plays dress up…
Lahikmajoe as a wee lad…
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
for the love of train travel
More Adventures of Our Fancy World-Traveling Bon Vivant (yes, with jaunty hat in tow)
I love it when Amy Durant over at Lucy’s Football does such things. This is one in a long string of posts that Amy has written about my travels. As much as they sound like fantasy, every instalment of this popular serialised story is based entirely on fact. It’s true. Without further ado, here’s: More… Continue reading More Adventures of Our Fancy World-Traveling Bon Vivant (yes, with jaunty hat in tow)
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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…
when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
Some of the readers of this blog put up with my ridiculous attempts at humour just so they can read posts like this. I don’t avoid serious topics here, and if something bothers me enough, I’ll kick an idea around for a week or two and eventually handle something with a bit of depth. Don’t… Continue reading when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
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