Archive for September, 2005

Not quite a Jaguar

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005

Listen loud while you read …

On the road again, to Schiphol to pick up Mr B. from Paris.
After accelerating to 130 km/hr, I noticed that the car didn’t slow when I eased off the gas.
I braked slightly and tried again.
It was barely noticeable since I was going flat out, but still, I felt anxious. Then […]

You say black I say white

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

Photo taken in July this year during one of our best day trips in Abruzzo. Civitella del Tronto boasts the narrowest street in Italy, about 60 cm wide, and a spectacular fortress, scene of the final showdown in 1861 between the Bourbon forces and those of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, led by Vittorio […]

Late night reading

Friday, September 16th, 2005

Late at night, when everybody else is asleep, I reach under the bed and get out my favourite porn reading: The Rough Guide to Jamaica. Check out this extract:
A mile or so past Chukka Cove, a tiny paved road cuts inland towards Cranbrook Flower Forest, an exquisitely landscaped, 130-acre nature park with several grassy lawns, […]

Of all the gym joints (part 2)

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

While you’re reading …
Shortly after arriving in the Netherlands, I signed up at the local gym, determined to get my ass in shape for this year’s Bubbling Championships in Jamaica.
By a double coincidental quirk, the first time I went, I found that my “personal trainer” had the same name as the one in Rome, and, […]

Old habits

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

The day after driving across Europe in 18 hours, I got on my bike for a ride in the woods. I kept glancing up to check the rear view mirror.
A few days later, I felt really pleased with myself when I managed to park my bike in a shady spot - that could be a […]