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Tonight, in the Göttingen, Germany, I went to the local community theatre’s all-German-cast English speaking production of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, set in 1950’s Rock & Roll, USA. And to top it off, the lead female looked like a JAP. What a strange, strange world we live in. It was pretty good. And, being Germany, [...] I had an amazing walk along the Thames with Diana Pittet and her friend Inkeri (not an Eskimo). We had about 5-6 separate stops for food and drink, including a mind-boggling good Jamaican Vegetarian Curry out of Greenwich Market. But, silly me, I didn’t take my camera, so the only photographic evidence I have from [...] I went to Tunisia a few months ago. I was living like a vagabond at the time, and staying at different friend’s places while they were abroad, but had a nine-day window of homelessness. So I looked around for cheap flights and hopped on one to Tunisia. It was my first trip to Africa, and was [...] I’ve been spending more and more time with a particular female dentist-friend in London, and am only now realizing the full range of oral services she can perform – but they come with a price. For instance, my teeth have always been more yellow than the average person, and I don’t even smoke or drink tea [...] London’s TimeOut magazine suggested, and I obeyed, a free tour of the Victorian Nunhead cemetery. Lots of headstones and monuments burried under vines and overgrowth, with a crypt full of disintegrating coffins. Very cool.
I’ve spent a lot of time in cars recently, at least 500 miles in the last week. That’s a lot for someone living in England. To explain an Englishman’s attitude towards driving, perhaps I should reference the infamous Bill Bryson, who wrote in his book Notes from a Small Island If you mention in the pub [...] When I think of England, it’s often through the prism of London, which is a wold-class city crammed with culture, excitement, and people. So it’s a breathtaking surprise when I find myself in the middle of the English Country-side. I spent yesterday and this morning at Bailey farm, a lovingly ramshackle collection of functional stone farm [...] Cheddar cheese apparently comes from Cheddar, England, or something like that. I’m not too sure, but my turophile friend Diana Pittet has a thing for Cheddar that exceeds socially-acceptable bounds for woman-cheese love. Hanging out with Diana normally just involves a passing mention of cheese, or even her pulling out a couple parchment-paper wrapped treasures that [...] |
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