Monthly Archives: August 2007

What a difference a weekend makes. Especially when taken with nightly doses of Night Nurse, the miracle drug. I have stopped snivelling, mostly, but am cultivating an impressive hacking cough which should keep contaminating fellow passengers at bay long enough … Continue reading →

A partly lost week, thanks to a very special welcome home gift from the population of London from whom I have evidently been receiving toxic spores for the past seven days: something so special the Brits give it its own … Continue reading →

Sunday was blustery and grey, with madmen sailing up and down the Thames all afternoon, as they were again today. Later Sunday afternoon, I hopped a bus towards Mayfair and found a perch right at the front upstairs, my favourite … Continue reading →

So, I’ve been two days in London, which has been grey, damp and deliciously cool. Leaving Parma scorching in its 32 degrees, I arrived to a 22 degree Friday afternoon and hopped the bus that all the Ryanair passengers were … Continue reading →

Well if the shops and restaurants are closed, my classmates have left, the larder is bare, the river is dry and the nutria have fled, I guess it’s time I thought about moving on as well. Here’s how the optimistically … Continue reading →