Children of the corn
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Italy
Head for the hills
Ten euros. Are you in? I’m too tired to debate whether or not I actually want to go, so just hand over the money and collapse onto the table. Natasha laughs at me. That isn’t his name, but he did … Continue reading
Bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Middle-aged drunk woman has a party horn. It’s got silver tassles on the end, which she waggles around, watching them catch the light. As she passes the English girls she blows the horn hard and is rewarded with laughter. She … Continue reading
Sunday on the beach with Emma
These four cackled their way the full length of the beach and back again. Beachcombers When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way … Images by Kate Bailward
How to go speed dating
On Sunday night, after a weekend of relationship dramas and resultant heavy drinking, we decide that we should give our livers a break and wind down with a quiet meal at my flat. I offer to cook lasagne and the … Continue reading
Delayed reactions
Puffing into Bercy, having crossed Paris in rush hour with about five metric tonnes of luggage in tow, I congratulate myself on having made it in time for the train and without having aroused *too* much Parisian ire. This was … Continue reading
In Training
Lecce to London: a distance of somewhere around 2,300 km. Most people would choose to go by plane, saving both time and money, but I decide to do it by train. It’s a mammoth journey, but a good one. Train … Continue reading
On winning at Gallipoli
The first thing you notice is the smell. It’s strong, and not entirely pleasant, although not disgusting either, so long as you don’t breathe it in too deeply. It’s the smell of salt water and fish guts, with a … Continue reading
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
(image by Nicoze on Flickr) I come from a rugby playing family. Family lore (i.e. my ma) tells me that my parents had a long engagement, due to my dad being unwilling/unable to get married in the rugby season. This … Continue reading
PON my word!
(image by Kate Bailward) My day-to-day teaching takes place in a private language school. The students that come to my classes come from families who presumably have a reasonable amount of cash to splash, and who have big ambitions for … Continue reading
