India is soooo different. Wonderfully, loudly, brightly, olefactorily, different. It assaults the senses, all of them. Simultaneously. And at once. but you have to be careful. First there’s Delhi Belly. Then we left there and we’re in Goa. Where, presumably, you can get Goa Gut. Generally, you are careful of India Intestine. But the colours – Read More-
Udaipur, Rajasthan, India. Most gorgeous city in… in… well, anywhere. Other than Tottenham, which has its own, unique beauty. Because some geezer, not just a random geezer, but a Maharaja, about 500 years ago, built a palace here. Not like the one/two/three in Delhi, they were built by a conquering King, nor like the three/four/five – Read More-
Just when you thought 2016 had had its fill of taking our beloved stars away from us, with just 3 days left its shown us once again that ‘where there’s life there’s hope’. Or, in this case, where there’s life there’s death. Since the weekend we’d already lost Ray Parfitt, the famously blond Status Quo – Read More-
I went to a party in about 1986 at me mate Dom’s new flat. And I was the most famous person there (well, I certainly knew who I was, and how important I was). Until George Michael walked in. He was really famous by that time. Really famous. Wham’s finest player. He wasn’t gay yet. – Read More-
When we booked our India tour, our man in the UK was emailing the tour company in India to book everything, who then got back to him, who forwarded on to us… you get the picture. The subject line of the email originally sent by him was: “India tour for 2 white people”. Honest, that’s – Read More-
Streatham Malkie always bemoans my lack of mention of his beloved Crystal Palace. They’re a football team. Apparently. In the Premiership. And, generally, I don’t mention them purely in consideration for him and his fellow sufferers. Sorry, fellow fans. Because if I’d spoken of Palace in the last few months, it was not going to – Read More-
This picture is not actually Mel photobombing a picture with a bunch of Indian schoolgirls. She would normally have done exactly that. Anything for attention. Never afraid of being a bully. But here in India the attention comes to her. And this was the result of a sweet little girl pleading to let her take – Read More-
So the phone rings in the room. I pick it up (like what else??) and a voice says, in a very strong, Indian accent: “is that Andrew Convay?” Which, other than the regional mispronunciation (I struggle with Murgh Meganhi), is my given name. But the only people who ever use it are my mother, and – Read More-
We’re going to India today. I spend so much time speaking to call centres in Mumbai and Delhi that I thought it almost rude not to go and thank ‘Kenny’ and ‘Mike’ and ‘Ronnie’ personally for disturbing so much of our meal-time peace during the course of the year. I’m taking a baseball bat with – Read More-
Well, Ankara hasn’t been nuked. Yet. You can never rule out the possibility altogether, but strange things are happening. Calculated but strange in the aftermath of the assassination of the Russian ambassador to Turkey. Putin and Erdogan are singing from the same song sheet. Allied against ‘terror’ and ‘terrorists’ like never before. Ok, you can’t – Read More-