Tag Archives: British Airways
I needed out. Out of walls, weapons, checkpoints and people convinced of being on first-name-terms with God. I needed a place where bigots were rarer than pandas, alcohol plentiful and the attitude on weed lax. I needed Tel Aviv. Tel … Continue reading
One of the most famous stalwarts of Richmond are the wild deers in the homonymous park. I embarked on a walk, yesterday, hoping to see them (five years in town and I’d seen them only once, you see), but obviously the … Continue reading
Yet again at the airport, leaving somewhere I’d rather be to go somewhere I don’t particularly wish to go to do stuff I wouldn’t mind not doing. But unfortunately bills gotta get paid.
If you were to be parachuted anywhere in London, outside the ring described by the Circle Line, I’m sure that you’d have a tough time understanding where you have landed. With a few notable exceptions where natural features – rivers, … Continue reading