Four weeks. Or that is how long it was two Tuesdays ago anyway. Back then (and it seems like a long time a go now!) I was in the happy position of being at the start of a bumper period of leave, and I had to say, I did have a few plans about how [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Kingstonic Teutonic?
Posted in Art, Books, Culture, Entertainment, Events, Family, foo, Cider, Entertainment, Stockholm, Television, Telivision, burgers, food, leisure, sport, travel, tagged Art, Books, Christmas, Culture, Entertainment, Events, Family, food, Friends, German, Health, Humour, Kingston, Life, Love, man Flu, Media, News, Personal, politics, Random, Technology, Thoughts, travel, Video, Writing, Xmas, Yuletide on December 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The nightmare at Christmas
Posted in Art, Books, Culture, Entertainment, Events, Family, foo, Cider, Entertainment, Stockholm, Television, Telivision, burgers, food, leisure, sport, travel, tagged Art, Books, Christmas, Culture, Entertainment, Events, Family, food, Friends, Health, Humour, Life, Love, Media, News, Personal, politics, Random, scrooge, Sprouts, Technology, Thoughts, travel, Turkey, Video, Writing, Yuletide on December 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Now I have never considered myself to be Scrooge like, but there is one particular Yuletide festivity that I can only describe as a load of old humbugs – the Christmas dinner.
The sight of the pale, flaccid, dry pieces of Turkey on the plate is enough to kill even the healthiest of appetites, and the 25th of [...]
Cannizaro Connections
Posted in Cider, Entertainment, Stockholm, Television, Telivision, burgers, food, leisure, sport, travel, tagged Art, Books, Cannizaro Park, Cannizarro, Culture, Entertainment, Events, Family, food, Friends, Health, Humour, Life, Love, Media, News, Personal, politics, Random, Technology, Thoughts, travel, Video, Wagamamas, Wimbledon, Writing on December 10, 2008 | 2 Comments »
It’s not the easiest place in the world to find. Making your way there by foot involves a fairly lengthy hike from Wimbledon station up to that bastion of the middle classes, Wimbledon Village, and from there, a trek across the windswept plains of Wimbledon Common to the outer edge, where you will eventually find [...]
