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You knew they were there. The keening and gulling was a distant but ever-present backdrop to the relative serenity of our balcony – punctuated sporadically by the rattle of a 35 year old exhaust train as the vehicle raspily exhaling through it ka-bomped over the speedhump placed thoughtfully outside the hotel. We’d selected a “rock…
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It’s fair to say that point-n-shoot compact cameras are good, but they’re not completely idiot proof. As I discovered on my recent trip to South Africa. Thankfully, not *all* of my photos of the Rhino & Lion Park near Johannesburg were quite so, well, frigging useless. One person I showed these to commented that it’s…
There’s a metaphysical thing out there which friends of mine refer to as “The Jason B. Standing Transport Effect”, which is the name for the gestalt of the seemingly limitless variety of transportial cockups that surround and accompany me wherever I choose to roam. It’s seldom anything critical (I’ve only ever missed 5 flights –…
Since 2005 every time I’ve had the food fortune to speak to my lovely chum Elisa in France, the sentence has popped up like the chorus to some sisturbingly long Proj Rock song: “You should come to the snow with us & stay at my Grandfather’s chalet”. It turns out that the play length of…
We’re back up in Edinburgh this year for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival – this time Marty’s over from Australia, and he’s joined Liz, Billy, Myk, Kat & I in a nice centrally-placed apartment for a week of theatrical excess and mayhem. So far we’ve seen (I suspect I’ll edit this list a few times in…
Seeing as I’m on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean to usual, and the opportunity presented itself, I thought it might make sense to break with tradition and do a little bit of a bourbon whiskey tasting instead of focusing on scotch whisky. You know, broaden the horizons, and all that… Via the highly…
Here’s a quick update of what I’ve been up to for the past few weeks – work have sent me over to the USA, and though I’m nominally in “New York”, I’m not situated in an office block on the corner of 42nd and Madison, or anything. Despite not being in the thick of it…