Punctuality was always a real stickler for my dad.  I remember being hounded through my coco-pop breakfast and not allowed to read the cartoon pages of the Sunday Post as we were ‘late’ for church.  Of course we’d always be the first to arrive, an eon before anyone else, which proved a real bone of …

It’s funny how life works.  How things can come full circle.  I’m standing at the Lucko toll booth on the outskirts of Zagreb.  Exactly the same toll booth I stood at back in May, before embarking on a whirlwind summer of excess.  So – am I going back to Zadar, you muse?  He can’t be! …

I’m back to civilisation.  With a bump.  Sitting alone in an empty hostel dorm while outside a rain-soaked Zagreb shivers in the night.  The sun has well and truly set on the summer.  But what a summer it was. Once again I’ve managed to procure decent internet in order to upload some musings and I …

Here we go eh?  With a title like that you’d expect me to really stick the boot in.  Have a good old gripe and whine about past encounters that have gone wry.  Friends relationships that have gone sour.  Marriages that have gone down the toilet.  Lord knows I could write a book about it (and …

So I have a visitor.  A good friend of mine who I met two years ago on a roof top in Boston as the dawn broke has come to spend my birthday with me, flying in from Lebanon of all places.  It’s wonderful that Elise is here – as it finally gives me an excuse …

Well it had to happen.  After a whirlwind month of debaucherous shenanigans I felt that the only place for me until the summer ends is back in my home from home.  Solace.  I ask Mike and Kathi to drop me at The Wild Fig, Zadar once more to see the season out.  Here I will …