Coffee en terrasse? When you think about Paris what do you see? It’s romantic, cliched, trite, all of that and a bag of croissants but for me cafe terraces in Paris are mythical – you pay…
I miss bread. It’s been four years since I’ve been able to eat bread without any ill effects. My body just revolted in disgust at the English bread I was shoving in my mouth after…
I’m not big on planning, I’ve got better but when I’m alone or travelling I just think: “ah, yeah I’ll just turn up and try my luck”. That has served me well until last Friday…
I’m currently in the middle of my second London film festival and I feel like a film zombie. I was in the queue for Wild Rose and another critic asked what I was waiting to…
I joined a book club so that I would read more books. That, I can hear you say is plainly obvious. Except, what happens, in reality, is that I start the month with good intentions…
