It took me 20 minutes from the moment I arrived in France – in the “beautiful” city of Lille – to come to this conclusion: I have now lived in England for too long, I have been ruined. See French films had lulled me into believing that I missed France in a way. I watched … Continue reading I’m one of them now
This week, I find myself lost in the French country side - not really unusual or surprising considering it's a semestral homecoming rather than a one-off holiday. The typical day here in the comfy family house is not really exciting but weirdly productive in a way. In a week here, I have already read two … Continue reading French Pastoral
I'm having trouble going to bed lately. You know sometimes you've got those phases when you're tired but for some reason, you just can't go to bed - it's not just me, right? This phase is coming at an inconvenient time. You see, I just finished watching Friends - I know, I have too much … Continue reading “I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you”
Summer is here again. Soon the sun in all its glory will be out and a bunch of half-naked pasty people will be roasting like sausages. Oh and actually sausages will also get grilled too. Summer somehow never fails to bring that sense of impeding doom for me. Maybe it's the sun, maybe it's the … Continue reading Happy summer solstice!
Believe it or not, but I once - in the not-so-distant-past - was 19. And something quite wonderful happened to me in that year: I read all the Harry Potter books and I developed a mild obsession for the whole thing. But that's not the only special thing that I discovered I loved then. I … Continue reading This was it
I was bored at work - nothing unusual - when I remembered a song that I heard on the radio some 6 or 7 years ago. And then I could think of nothing but that song for the whole day. And I realised I don't like it and I have no clue what it is … Continue reading I finally get it
Last week on Saturday night, I - along with a bunch of bored humans throughout Europe - watched the Eurovision. It was not good, but let's be honest that what we watch it for; nice dose of old-school kitsch. After this remarkably low-brow Saturday night - I did watch the Hangover movie before, so it's … Continue reading Sunday afternoon at the Southbank Centre