Here’s a story about what happens when you have a really bad idea while running on too little sleep.
The darkness hugs my face… *WINK*. The sky flashes.
For five thousand years we have used darkness as the metaphor of our mortality. We were at the mercy of merciless death, which is darkness. When we died, they sent a beam of midwinter light in among our bones. What a tender, potent gesture. In the Christian era, we were laid in our graves to face the rising sun. We’re … Read More
Ready? Bite. Your first few seconds inside a dolmadaki are all-important: it’s the home of that first intense pop of freshness, a blast of rice, mint, lemon juice, pine nut and whatever else has been added to the mix. It’s probably best to ram the whole oily parcel in your mouth before you bite down, unless you’re tackling the larger variety, … Read More
He points the gun in my face. I’ve no idea how to react. I fall backwards on the grass, not because I’m scared (it’s all too sudden for that), but because falling over is about the only thing I can think of doing. Down on the ground, it occurs to me that if this was a movie, I’d now be … Read More
Hey, come have a look at this.
There’s a knock at my hotel room door. “For you, sir.” “It’s what?” You’re kidding.
Here’s a story about how archaeology ruined me as an Englishman.