James Peter Alden opened his eyes under the pillow. He wasn’t sure if he’d slept, but what snatches of rest he managed were troubled. The curtains did little to keep the light at bay, and grey though it was, it still filled the room with unrelenting brightness. He vaguely remembers losing his tenth game of …
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Checkmate
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Cold sores and the underside of hostel bunks
The two are generally unrelated, yet I spend a lot of time contemplating the graffiti above me as I suffer a lousy fever blister. Standing several freezing hours by the side of a road hasn’t helped, and neither has the events of the last few days. The surprising thing about this hostel bunk is that …
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Auschwitz
I’ve had a whirlwind couple of days since arriving in Krakow in less than spectacular fashion. Most notably taking the angel behind the hostel desk out to dinner and generally punching above my weight. Today however, it’s time to put things into perspective. I’m visiting Auschwitz. It’s the only reason I decided to turn North …
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Hitchhike from hell
“Wallace are you cold?” “Yes, I am a little” “Well then stamp your feet. It’ll keep you warm.” Sound advice from Sean Connery in The Untouchables. “Rub your chest, your arms will take care of themselves.” More wisdom in warmth, this time from Liam Neeson in Batman Begins. I’m pretty much convinced that the things …
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Halloween
By far and away my favourite festival of the year, Halloween has been steadily growing in the UK for some time, gravitating from humble trick-or-treat beginnings to full-blown crazy party madness that some, (including myself), plan 365 days in advance. No sooner has the dawn crept up on the 1st November than I am plotting …
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Birthday bashing
I’ve neglected my writings of late, settling instead for building perfect model Spitfires, watching amazing new Bond films and chasing my first threesome. The past week in a nutshell. Fitting then that I should write about my birthday night out, which just so happened to be one of the most unusual I have ever had. The quiet …
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Childish
I actually have no idea how I was managing to write every day when absolutely nothing of interest has happened in the past eon. Of course it might have something to do with the fact that I’m lying around on my arse all day doing nothing at all constructive except for watching films and picking …
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Autumn
It appears that the fruits of my labours before, during and after the greatest first date in the history of first dates have fallen on deaf ears, taking their (leaf) from the baring trees. Not for the first time affections lie elsewhere and I’m left to rue what might have been. Once again the proverbial …
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The perfect date
After a year away I have come to the decision to stop writing an entry every day. This has come about twofold; one, because I’ve fallen into something of a rut and have very little interesting to say, and two, I’m boring both myself and you, dear readers, with trivialities. Therefore in an effort to …
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Retail therapy
Feeling able to stray a little further from the comfort of the WC, I decide it’s time I updated my wardrobe a little and picked up some toiletries. I’ve fallen into a handy, if slightly expensive pattern of running out of everything all at once, so I literally need to replace the entire contents of …
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