Tag: food

Lake Pleasant at dawn

I started writing this post on December 8, almost one month ago. I meant to finish it while flying home, but… that didn’t happen. I then meant to finish it after I got home… but that didn’t happen. But now, by Jove, I am finishing it! I’m writing this from the departure lounge of Newark Liberty Airport, but I suspect I won’t finish it until I’m in the air, winging my way towards London, England — my home! I know…

Never rule anything out & Don’t you f*cking touch me with that shit Abi: I am a great list maker and there is nothing that gives you a greater sense of accomplishment than crossing things off said list. Especially when at the start of the week I had no clue about where I was going to live, let alone if I could keep my Cat with me. It is fair to say that this month has been terribly stressful for me…

Hi! I’m way behind, aren’t I? And this will be the first blog entry that I’ve written before 4am so it might even make a little more sense than usual! I might even use a few long words, if I’m feeling saucy. Today I ate puffin! I won’t go into too much detail as some people might find it disturbing (let’s face it, they’re really cute). It tasted awesome. The best meat I’ve ever tasted; like duck, chicken and pigeon…

‘Don’t you dare leave the living room until it’s ready!’ I sat, transfixed to my chair, wondering what the hell they were doing in the kitchen. Occasionally there would be a giggle and then an acrid, fishy smell would waft over me. ‘Is that a testicle?’ It’s safe to say that I was a little nervous. ‘It’s a nice surprise, right?’ ‘You are so lucky to get this! It’s worth hundreds! THOUSANDS of pounds!’ I notice how they didn’t actually…

If you are in any way squeamish at the sight of meat or blood, or you’re a militant vegetarian/Greenpeace member, you probably want to skip this entry. Just scroll on down really quickly past the nasty pictures. If you like, there’s some photos of me making an ass of myself yesterday — but if you’ve already seen those, um… go buy a photo of mine? Anyway, all links in this entry, apart from one, are ‘safe’. I’m not going to…

This follows on from my tale of how I captured the perfect photo of Venice. Though it left me with an awesome view of the ancient city and a fantastic photo, it also left me cold and lonely atop a tall bell tower (the 14th century clock tower was actually across the square from me). The sun had set and the power cut to the elevator. I was stuck. The Hunchback of NotreVenice in the making. I’ve thrown in a…