Language Soup
So we’re back in Turkey, en route to Bali, by way of Malaysia, and my brain just turned to language soup. Like most Britons, I...
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Postcards From… The Mani
We all need some light entertainment on a Monday. So every Monday I’m going to be sending some postcards from the edge. Or, in this...
And This Is No Way To Recuperate…
It’s a cliché to say “My heart bleeds…” but there’s a sharp heart pain as we wheel Zac up to the ward, still teary eyed....
Another Day, Another Hospital
Zac wakes without a fuss at 4.45am for our next attempt at surgery, in a week that is rapidly falling apart. This is the last...
More Adventures in the Greek Health Service
We awake predawn on the day of Zac’s surgery, for the trip to the regional hospital. By 8am Zac has a new piece of paper,...
Adventures in the Greek Health Service
Zac has mentioned to me on a couple of occasions that he thinks he has an embarrassing childhood ailment. To which I have typically responded,...
What is Gallipoli?
World War I is ancient history. It passed from living memory with the death of the last veteran this year. It’s not a “good” war...
50 Things To Do Before You’re Twelve
Climb inside a pyramid. Hold dinosaur bones. Dive an undersea volcano. Walk on the Great Wall of China. Roll down a sand dune. Surf on...
Is Troy Worth Seeing?
I wasn’t, honestly, going to let my spawn leave Turkey without inflicting Troy on him. I’m still in a strop with myself for missing Baalbek...
It’s All About The Cross-Hatching
“Bwahahaha,” I say. “Did you know the Chinese for ‘writer’ is, literally, ‘sit-at-home’?” “No,” says Zac. “NOOB! The ‘zuo’ in ‘zuo-jia’ is a different kind...