I-OH!-Weigh: Please Fly On Over
Moral: Don’t Write Drunk. Day 8, #reverb 10: The Beauty of Different (Thanks, Karen Walrond.) I live on the East Coast, in the glowing gutters of the GOLD COAST. I … Read More
Tag: Pub
English Things I Miss, Part 2: On Biscuits, and Such
I had pancakes for breakfast yesterday and I took it totally for granted. God, how quickly we forget the hard times. Back in the day, (when I was living on … Read More
Galway on My Mind
I was juicing an orange this morning when a memory blast of Galway hit me. I didn’t juice any oranges, that I remember, in Galway, or any part of Ireland. … Read More
Where to Eat in Maida Vale whilst waiting for Gordon Ramsay and Holdings to get the Warrington Sorted
Or… Hello, lovely Idlewild, so long dodgy Truscott Arms… Somewhere between the time Gordon Ramsay circled the Warrington last autumn in his 4×4 and this week’s first big test match … Read More
What the pub did for me
At a pub, I learned the English are hard to get to know. But once you know them, it’s hard to let them go. And they don’t let go easy. … Read More
Crikey! Cricket!
Just when I thought it MIGHT be safe to go to work at the pub again. Nawp. Sure every other pub in town is sighing with relief at the death … Read More