In lieu of smoky jazz clubs, Parisian garrets and unsuitable boys, Simon took me out for birthday tapas last night and I got a bit more drunk than I meant to. I did achieve the inappropriate skirt and the whisky, though. Sadly, the whisky was just part of a cocktail in a very wanky hipster …
I didn't know the Gill Sims blog before I started reading this book. I just bought it before the Greek holiday to have a lighter read at hand, because I knew I'll try to tackle The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver, which had me scared by its sheer volume. As you can expect from the title …
I think it's still not too late to do a brief summary of the last quarter of 2019. I am still getting used to saying we're in 2020, so I'll allow myself this tiny decadence of being late to the party. The quarter started beautifully, with my first trip to Greece. I fell in love …
