Too little time
Mary Murphy
August 6, 2014
A few years ago, being somewhere and not seeing everything would have made me feel like I was betraying some sort of tourist pact whereby
A few years ago, being somewhere and not seeing everything would have made me feel like I was betraying some sort of tourist pact whereby
‘We learn something new every day, and lots of times it’s that what we learned yesterday was wrong’ – I’m with you there, Bill Vaughan.
There is nothing that decompresses as much as physically transitioning from one pace of life to another, slower one. We were up at the crack
As the temperatures soar, my levels of tolerance drop. There is a direct correlation between how hot it is and what sort of mood I’m
WTF?!* Had I been doing anything more than a sedate 25 mph on this relatively remote stretch of a very minor Austrian road, I might
Back in a previous life, many lifetimes ago, I lived in London. For about 18 months, I went to the theatre at least twice a
Edward de Bono once joked with me that I could have a case for the Court of Human Rights. He reckoned that between the whole
Sitting in a hotel room on a Sunday morning in Geneva last month, it seemed as if my plans for the day were doomed. To
I’ve often wondered where the bitches and the bastards are buried. Those nasty people who beat their spouses, molest their kids, kill their mates. In
Legalised marijuana. Low gun crime despite the liberal gun laws. Life expectancy for men and women in the 80s. Switzerland is certainly full of surprises.
