The visit (5)
Mary Murphy
June 25, 2015
Dad came to collect him and democracy was restored. I went from a co-starring spot to a supporting role in double-jig time. Once the UN building
Dad came to collect him and democracy was restored. I went from a co-starring spot to a supporting role in double-jig time. Once the UN building
Seven days in and we’re both still alive, if bordering on exhaustion. I want to be a kid again so I can stay up all
We’re still talking. But I’m knackered. His mother told me that he was too like me for comfort and now I’m finally getting a glimpse
I’ve never been responsible for another living being for any length of time, apart from a week of dog-sitting many years ago in Alaska. And
Are tattoos to bodies what graffiti is to walls and buildings? I’m not sure. There’s been a lot in the press lately about tattoos and
I’ve long since resigned myself to the fact that in Budapest, just as in anywhere else in the world, some people working in the service
I remember when coffee came in two forms: black or white. I also remember the caffeine tidal wave that swept the world, with the success
The city of Parma, without the ham and the cheese, is more than just eggs. That said, it takes a little getting used to as
I lived with a chap once who would throw up at the smell of Parmesan cheese. He hated the smell. Absolutely detested it. And this
I’ve heard of fake Gucci bags, fake Rolex watches, fake tans, but fake hams? This was a first for me. In Parma, I had the
