Getting into Argentina wasn’t hard. We drove. Because Igausu (the portuguese way) borders Iguazu (Spanish) between the two countries. You cross a couple of guardrooms, they stamp your passport and its bienvenidu Argentina. Or whatever. And thus our flight to Salta (Argentina) is an easy, domestic, national flight, easy-peasy. And the airport is quaint and – Read More-
We survived Rio de Janeiro. I’ve got the t-shirt and everything. 5 days of paranoia and we left in one piece with our watches, money, cameras and phones still all in our possession. Against all the odds, if everyone is to be believed. We were even stopped, on our bikes, in the traffic the other – Read More-
Mel & I took a couple of bikes and rode all the way to Ipanema, about 2 miles away. Doesn’t sound far, its as flat as a pancake, but the 37 degree heat doens’t help much. Neither did hitting a sodding bump in the pavement and in the ensuing tumble (during which I never looked – Read More-
Ever had a ‘dream within a dream’? You know, when you ‘wake up’ but actually you haven’t, you’re still dreaming but think you’ve awoken. I had that yesterday. I had a nap in the afternoon, I’m allowed, I’m on holiday, and I dreamed that when I woke up Spurs were beating Chelsea 4-1. Obviously a – Read More-
and she dances on the sand. (Duran, Duran, nineteen-eighty-something, the world’s first ever ‘fuck-off’ music video, as in one that cost more than 30 quid to make in me mate Dave’s garage. And the world’s most poseurish, stylised, vain, totally self-conscious band of tossers. Yet in fact a great song. As long as you can – Read More-
That’s Jesus. Christ the Redeemer as its known locally. And it is truly magnificent. I’m not a particularly religious man, certainly not big on Christianity and not too sure about worshipping graven images. Though it must be said, people don’t come to visit Christ the Redeemer to worship. They visit to take selfies. That’s the – Read More-
Chelsea suffered the abject humiliation and dire, almost-unheard-of misery yesterday of actually not winning a match. What a fucking tragedy. How shameful. Can they ever hold their gelled-up heads up again in decent company? Not that Chelsea players would mix with decent company. And so unaccustomed are the boys in blue to such failings that – Read More-
There’s only two basic options for tennis on Sunday mornings at this time of year. Icy or wet. Neither of which is what can be considered ‘ideal’ playing conditions, neither would entice the Federers and the Murrays onto the court; they’d either play on their indoor court or have someone else play for them. A – Read More-
To eat meat or not to eat meat, that seems to be the constant question. Though not necessarily at this rather excessive time of year, but a very valid question for January. When we (should) consider such moral quandaries and dilemmas. My relationship with animals was best summed up on a safari in South Africa – Read More-
Who needs a partridge in a pear tree?? Unless they’re holding a shotgun at the time, like Prince Edward’s son and heir, and its hunting season. For those who like semi-mouldy birds filled with lead pellets. Unlike me. I don’t like ‘game’ particularly. Much as I don’t like West Ham particularly, and they lost to – Read More-