The London Stories: How to leave London (20 of 20)
“I can’t believe you are leaving London. There’s no way.” Most of my friends and online friends were a bit shocked…
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The London Years: γνῶθι σεαυτόν (19 of 20)
Two things have tended to save my sanity over the years. First, writing. I think I’ve covered that sufficiently in…
The London Years: Lord of Gondolin, Bane of Gothmog, mighty beater of his headboard, conqueror of the slide, aka our child (18 of 20)
After 20 years in London I had managed to get tickets for the Christmas lights event at Kew Gardens. I…
The London Years: Blogging tips for beginners (17 of 20)
“Wait, so how did you know each other?”“She used to read my blog and sent me a message”“What did the…
The London Years: The friends we found, the friends we lost (16 of 20)
“Who’s cooking this time?” “The Italian. Have you ever eaten her food?” “No”“Prepare to be amazed” I was. Seems like…
The London Years: In nocte consilium (15 of 20)
This was freshers’ week, only without the mad partying and drinking. An evening university dedicated to working Londoners is hardly…
The London Years: The NHS hunger games (14 of 20)
The surgeon looked at me, astonishment all over her face. You’ve been like this for weeks? Yes, I replied. And…
The London Years: Moments in Art (13 of 20)
[Spoilers below for Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler] I don’t think anyone could see the desperation. Why would they? She was a…
The London Years: Carpets in the toilet and other adventures in housing (12 of 20)
We went up the narrowest stairs I had ever seen, he unlocked the door and we were in what can…
The London Years: The knight in well-travelled armor (11 of 20)
We went in and the bar was somewhat dark – it being late already. Introductions were made, this is Sofia,…