13. January 2012
I felt a twinge of sadness as I told the taxi driver that I was going home. It feels far longer than six weeks that I’ve been here, and although I can’t wait to step off the plane in miserable, freezing Manchester to rejoin my girlfriend, friends and family, I really am going to miss this [...]
28. December 2011
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the biggest fan of Christmas; I loathe the commercialisation and exploitation purely because it’s so tacky. I do, however, hold Christmas day itself very dearly. My annual routine consists of nursing my hangover with a large black coffee, hair of the dog and some sort of grilled [...]
