While Monty Python may have suggested some rather unsavory things about Yorkshire, it’s my favorite place in England. My godmother Tamar lives there in a 500 year-old stone farmhouse, with little heating and two-ton stone-slab door lintels that I always crack my head against. The door lintels are only 5′10″ high (that’s 180 cm for [...]
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In the spirit of adventure, I responded to a forwarded email from a friend – their colleague was offering a free photo-shoot consisting of black and white headshots (and nothing more, I know what all my male friends are thinking). I went, lights were setup, photos were taken, and until today that was all [...] I’m always been appreciative of forgiving friends, and I feel this isn’t by coincidence, given my personality. So it was a great relief when Jeff was so gracious after I tried to kill his four-year old daughter, Siena. It wasn’t purposeful – I was at their house eating a chocolate cookie when Siena walked by and [...] Whenever I’m hanging out with a few of my American buddies, and the conversation veers towards girls, I wait for someone (I’m thinking of you, Paul Perry) to inevitably say, “Don’t European Girls have hair armpits? I don’t know how you could date them!” I simply stare in wonder and ask my friends what exactly they [...] I was invited to a brilliant and inventive party by a friend of mine, and what made it so great, beyond the great company and vast quantities of smoked ham and soft cheeses I ate, was the gingerbread man competition. We had different shapes, different colored icing, and little sugary decorations – our only constraint [...] I like to think of myself as a fundamentally good person who is, in both friendship and amour, attracted to other fundamentally good people. But there comes a time in one’s life when, for no reason in particular, one feels compelled to confess dark secrets. Mine include: Faked a positive result on a Tuberculosis test. For [...] After a long stint in the US, I’m back in Old Blighty. How do I know? The clarification on the pumpkin. Even mentally handicapped American children know what a pumpkin is for – it’s to make a jack-o-lantern. Not the English – their pumpkins come with handy stickers. In other news, I’m in court today, as [...] |
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