I have hundreds of tv channels in my hotel room. In fact, 237. And 236 are Spanish, French, German, Russian (?) or Japanese. One is in English. CNN. Which could be worse; it could be Fox News. But that’s in Spanish. Probably showing a Democrat bias here in Mexico. I don’t know. What I do – Read More-
The rains returned to this part of Mexico this morning. No problem, so we swam in the rain. It’s warm here anyway and what’s the worst that can happen? You get wet. But then yoga was abandoned half way through because it didn’t merely rain, it cascaded down in biblical fashion. And the instructor was – Read More-
There’s so many things to do here. I’m more than satisfied with the core activites: eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Lying in the sun which finally, yesterday, made its statement of intent. Ok, and the ‘stretch’ or ‘yoga’ class at 10 to keep Mel happy. She’s never happier than when balancing on one foot and her nose – Read More-
Here’s a question for you, after my extensive (all the people here), longitudial (3 days) and very statistically valid (because I think so) study of cultural norms and habits in the populations of the entire continent of North America. This is the question: what do you call a fat Canadian? Answer: an American. This is – Read More-
And things to do in Mexico when it rains. You do… Yoga!!! Because you can. And because there’s not really a lot else to do when you’re on a beach, by a pool, geared up for sunshine activities and the sunshine won’t play. And I’ve always been a bit ‘judgmental’ (vast understatement) of yogis, always – Read More-
It’s amazing. The wonders of modern travel. You can leave home in London and arrive at a super, seaside resort on the coast in Cancun, just 19 hours later. Ok, I won’t moan, its unbecoming for someone so lucky to have this ultimate of ‘1st world problems’, but 19 hours!!! So that’s a 10 hour – Read More-
It’s Christmas time, there’s no need to be afraid. Apparently. They didn’t sing that at Gatwick airport on Christmas Eve during a train strike, border control strike, nurses and ambulance strike and pilots strike, did they? Ok, I lied about the pilots to enhance the story. But really, its hell here. Bob Geldof’s starving Africans – Read More-
A massive day for all Scottish men and women. And everyone else in between. Because Madame Sturgeon, slayer of the Salmond, purveyor of Evil, daughter of Satan!!, has decreed that in ‘her’ country, there are no borders or barriers between the genders, all nine of them. And you can truly be ‘whatever you wish to – Read More-
It’s been a bumper week for me, musically. I recorded a ‘history of Fleetwood Mac’ and have been watching. It’s a different one. Not new but different to the previous 10 ‘histories of Fleetwood Mac’ I’ve watched. This one going right back to the Peter Green days of ‘Albatross’ and ‘oh well’. Following the tragic – Read More-
How strange, you may think, that coming just a couple of days after Kathrine-Jenkins-gate, when the opera star lost her bag on a flight to Rome, we now learn of Bluebell-gate, in which Bluebell, a Labrador, was sent to Nashville to join its owners, but instead, arrived in Riyadh. Ooops. But is it strange? Or – Read More-