No heroics.

I don’t like discussing the inner workings of my uterus so much, but I should have known yesterday that when I thought ‘Y’know what, maybe I will start training for a marathon!’ that I was having one of my typical borderline psychotic episodes where I feel like a superhero for 12 hours before the lower ...

Welcome to the jumble.

How does one just take off and go on vacation for three weeks? The cinema’s bookkeeper more or less ordered me to do this next time I go away and I found myself saying ‘But I could never do that!’ Really? Could I never do that? Financial constraints make it impractical, yes, but I don’t ...

Schokoladen with inconvenience.

Eventually, buying thousands of dollars worth of candy gets old.

Feeling it.

Almost every day, I’m reminded that I’m not 20 anymore. As much as I don’t have my shit together, I have to start timing when I have my last coffee of the day (no later than 5:30pm) so that I don’t wake up repeatedly during the night. My face has lines now and I have ...

Bloody nose.

I went to bed at 9pm, but woke up repeatedly during the night (approximately 12:20, 1:50, 4:30) thinking it was already morning. I don’t generally have jetlag problems on my way back from Europe, but this time I have one of those acquired-in-transit colds that is choking me with icky sinus leavings when I sleep. ...

Fahr Rad. 3

After pondering my bike rides in London and Berlin, I’ve nearly come to the conclusion that my next bike should be a big, heavy cruiser for running errands and commuting, rather than a speedy racing bike, because I love the attitude behind them: this is a bike for doing shit, not just getting from point ...

It’s Remembrance Day.

I try to go to the National War Memorial every year (this year, I almost didn’t make it for the ceremony) and every year, I weep. The Last Post, the bagpipes, the ever-smaller numbers of Second World War vets parading down Elgin Street. It’s important to me that I go. I actually scheduled my trip ...

This just in…

…me! I just got home and I’m being loved up with my cat, so I’m not going to write much more than this sentence. Tegel Airport is marvellously 1960s and Frankfurt is monstrous, but I made it 3800 miles or so relatively unscathed, despite a fractured sleep.

Es tut mir leid. 1

I really wish that I hadn’t been so damned grumpy and tired yesterday, because trying to explore Berlin for, like, a day? Not easily done. Even on fucking kickass bike like the one I rented today (seriously, yo, it was such a Berlin-y bike – generator lights, big cushy seat, basket – this is what ...

Have I come to build my lethargy? 1

I am cranky and useless at present, pondering early bedtime as I’ve been up since 6:15 and been on the go more or less since then. I have been on jam-packed public transit in three cities in two countries today. (I had to wait as four sardine can trams went by before my luggage and ...