Monthly Archives: November 2012

They are absolutely classless. They don’t care who they attack and their bites are a great leveller. Not even the young fit and gym toned look that attractive with a colony of red lumps on their back. As I walk down … Continue reading →

I meet Enya sometime during a breakfast. I remember –  I was writing. For the first time since my arrival I was properly writing. Well ‘rewriting’ to be exact, but focussed, full of energy and in need of neither company … Continue reading →

Day 3 (days will soon lose their numbers) and I missed breakfast , completely missed it. Didn’t even wake up until 11. It could have been the familiar sound of rain falling that kept me asleep, or the lack of … Continue reading →

How much you can  do in a day. Discovering the shower is not hot, functional but currently not hot (Ham resolves that minor problem later), deciding that three day old, curling, stuck to the head hair is perfectly acceptable, and … Continue reading →

Am at the ‘I’m in need of matchsticks to prop open my eyes’ stage of my journey to the sun. Nick duly despatched me to Heathrow pre rush hour and the 24 hour trek began. We’ve covered the airport experience … Continue reading →