I’ve bought myself a pair of running shoes. This in itself is a new experience for me, as it has never happened before. A year or so ago I purchased a jump rope. This I left, unused, in a hostel in Croatia; as it was taking up too much room in my bag. But needs …
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Tartu student shinanagans
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A day for the boy
I feel the cold metal in my hands. The weight. The power. Everything else is shut out. I feel myself breathing slowly. The only thing I see is the man in front of me. I focus on his arrogant shoulders, his obnoxious head teasing me, his chest puffed out like a bull pigeon. It’s …
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Tallinn
In an attempt to deal with my flight to Estonia, I’ve stayed up all night in the hope that I will pass out on the plane. I’m walking around Gatwick like a zombie at stupid o’clock in the morning, having arrived far too early for the departure. There’s plenty of time for the seeds of …
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Getting back on the road
Well here we go then. My time in the UK has finally come to an end. What have I learned? Not much probably, save that this country is a total rip off and I hate London. But I knew that anyway. Matters of the heart will be given some more time to settle before judgement …
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Broken in Brighton
I don’t feel the driving rain as I cut a lonely figure negotiating through revellers in Brighton streets, unfazed by some pretty girl trying to dance with me. Singing the same song lyrics over to myself, using the downpour to camouflage glassy eyes. Sitting alone nursing an ale surrounded by empty seats. I ghost to …
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