Wikipedia, the world’s fountain of knowledge, had to tell Anna Bradley-Smith her ex-boyfriend’s birthdate. And it told her something else, too. Continue reading THE NEW VERSION: WHEN WIKIPEDIA TELLS YOU YOUR EX HAS MET SOMEONE NEW
Two years ago I wrote this, pretty much to the day. Go to India. Do it. When people say India is in your face, they aren’t joking. Wafts of pollution, rubbish, excrement and delicious spice get up your nose. Tooting, shouting, music, calls to prayer and constant chattering permeate your ear drums. The extremes of poverty and wealth, colour, dirt and people spread as far as the eye can … Continue reading A TRIP FOR THE SENSES
Oh to be on South Beach. To watch the crowds, feel the music pumping from every bar down Ocean Drive. To see the skin and smell the margaritas. Oh to arrive at a hostel find a small café, a bar by the pool, loungers and palm trees galore. Oh to be in Miami. To have the sand stuck in the cracks and creases, to duck … Continue reading ODE TO MIAMI
On the first Saturday in June, in a tiny shopfront on the Lower East Side, a man in white overalls is inviting people in to join his ‘bowel movement’.
Despite conjuring scenes not worth going into, the pun is fairly accurate.
Continue reading “INSIDE THE ANTI-TRUMP MOVEMENT THAT STARTED WITH A TURD”