There’s a meme doing the rounds at the moment, thanks to Tripbase – you may well have seen versions of it on other blogs. In a nutshell, bloggers are nominated to talk about 7 of their posts, and then to … Continue reading
Where did it go?! Emma is on her feet, clutching her bottle of Nastro and looking up at the air conditioning unit. Carly looks about. I think it went – AARRRRGGGGHHH! It seems that she has just discovered where the cockroach disappeared … Continue reading
Summer *may* (whisper it very softly) be finally here. Just in time for exam season, when afternoons are spent locked in stuffy rooms, watching students sweating both literally and metaphorically. One week of teaching left to do, and then it’s … Continue reading
Ingredients: choir members (approx. 30) paella (5 large pans of) cameras (at least 2) herbal tea (including diuretic angelica) Taboo (1 set) cakes (large, in varying flavours) guitar (1 + player). Method: First, prepare your choir members. The best way … Continue reading
A dog yips in excitement across the road. Its owner shushes it as she pegs out her washing. On another balcony, another dog’s claws clip-clip-clip on tiles. He pokes his nose through the curlicued iron bars, sniffing the air to find … Continue reading
Dry grass rustles as lizards scuttle away from the heavy-footed human padding along the road. Most of the time you don’t see them, but every so often they break cover and skitter up a wall or across the road. I … Continue reading
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
You can’t really better a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the beach. Well, unless, of course, you add beer, scrabble, and driftwood that looks like childhood memories. All images by Kate Bailward
Ten euros. Are you in? I’m too tired to debate whether or not I actually want to go, so just hand over the money and collapse onto the table. Natasha laughs at me. That isn’t his name, but he did … Continue reading
Middle-aged drunk woman has a party horn. It’s got silver tassles on the end, which she waggles around, watching them catch the light. As she passes the English girls she blows the horn hard and is rewarded with laughter. She … Continue reading
