Andy Murray, the ‘British’ tennis champion, for just a little longer, as we wait for another try to divest ourselves of Scotland, has bemoaned the fact that when Rafa Nadal plays in pain and on medication he’s a hero and when Andy does the same he’s ridiculed as a ‘drama queen’ (Virginia Wade), a tosser – Read More-
The end of an insTITution. Though its all for the breast, really. As The Sun newspaper ends its 44 year run of showing a semi-naked woman (actually ‘girl’ really) on page 3 every day. Instead they’re going to replace it with girls in bikinis. And having just returned from my time on the Copacabana beach, – Read More-
So we went from Iguasu in the furthest east of Argentina, to Salta, just a llama’s throw from the northern border with Bolivia, then far west to Mendoza, half an Inca from Chile, and then Patagonia, from where if you travel too much further south you’re in Antarctica. Ish. Then back east to Buenos Aires. – Read More-
Now here’s ten things that you (probably) didn’t know about Buenos Aires. Unless you’ve been here in which case you forgot them as soon as the plane took off, because that’s the nature of things holidayish. They seem really important whilst happening, then your brain decides that the extra pint of milk required on the – Read More-
Look, you know I was on holiday, you know I couldn’t sort out the entire fucking world whilst I’m here thousands of miles away from civilisation, struggling to download my Times every fifth bleedin’ day, yet as soon as I turn my back to look at a glacier or some falls, look what bloody happens. – Read More-
We got everyfink in London. 5 top rate football teams. And West Ham. We got theatre, movies, museums, ballet and opera, apparently, and we got pubs. Loads’a pubs. Now I ain’t personally seen a glacier in Lundun, but I bet we got at least 4. Farkin’ massive ones. Big as St Pauls’. And its probly – Read More-
Without gloating or causing envy or hatred or anything: ITS SOOOOOO HOT HERE!! Argentina is a hot country. In its summertime. Don’t know why I’m surprised at that. Doubtless when we head down south (deeeeeep south) tomorrow, it’ll feel a touch fresher. But here in wine country, Mendoza, we haven’t seen a single cloud for – Read More-
Like most people, probably, I love Britain much more when I’m a good few thousand miles away. When I’m there, its nothing but a cesspit. Though when I’m away, its at least MY cesspit. So imagine, if you will, my upset when, trying to download my Times newspaper my sodding app just wouldn’t do it – Read More-
Today we did a little trip. Well, it was 520 kilometers all in, but was probably the best day trip anywhere in the world, ever. Unless you were there when the Berlin Wall came down (Thompsons: end of Communism special, £476 including flights and B&B, which in this instance stands for Bratwurst and Bundesliga, find – Read More-
So why come to Salta, Argentina? Ever heard of it? Neither had I. Until the younger daughter, in gap-yaaah mode, arrived here a couple years ago on leg 17 of her ‘Drink South America’ world tour. She fell asleep on a bus in Buenos Aires and woke up in Salta. Fine, there are bars there; – Read More-