Cycling through the streets of Amsterdam at night after a few beers is one of the great wonders of the world. It’s a great liberation
Category: Memoir
memoir writing
Amsterdam, mushrooms and Jesus too. P1
Stepping into The Royalty nightclub was like going into downtown Bangkok. It was full of Thai women, pimps, and old ravers left over from the
Dreams of India
I returned to the monotony and satisfaction of my London life. Password resets. Grumpy CEOs with broken Blackberry’s and Friday nights pissed in the pub.
Tibetan Prayers and Cappuccinos
They say that smoking is no longer cool. A guaranteed way to usher you along life’s path to an early grave, but in London you
The Sahara Part? I don’t effing know
It seemed to shake loose old memories from the past, like an air-bubble rising from the depths of the ocean. I was reminded of a
An existential crisis with elements of a psychosis
(This experience is 2 years old the next post is the most immediate. I am talking about this now as I am in hospital and
