In Glorious, Technicolor Drunkovision
The ringing of my phone jerks me into wakefulness in a room that is streaming with light. A cursory scan of what passes for my...
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Welcome to Israel!
Baggy of eye and saggy of face, I drag myself out of bed, still feeling the impact of farewell drinks the night before, and gear...
In Which I Lose My Child. Again.
“Yeah,” I say to Z. “It’s too cold to walk a mile in this. Let’s catch the Metro…” After our chilly arrival, we are beginning...
The Eagle Has Flown
Bustling around the room in his new black T-shirt and jeans, gathering clothes, piling belongings on his bed, Z looks — well, I can only...
A Tough Question
In Magic Lounge, the drinking den where we sprawl on orange sofas and use their satellite internet after a day on the beaches of Kuta,...
11 Years, 11 Reasons: Happy Birthday, Blue Dot!
Eleven years ago today, I woke up, vomited copiously, bought a pregnancy test, and sat, with my best friend and flatmate, in the kitchen waiting...
In Which I Lose A Child and Gain a Motorcycle
If there is one thing more disconcerting than being woken up while sleeping al fresco under a mosquito net by a chap who wants to...
Homework, AKA Shouty Time
“Do you have homework tonight?” “Yes. It’s quite hard.” “Oh.” We are in our local pizzeria, for a change. The homework thing, after a year...
Mr. Confidence
Sometimes, something happens which makes you look at your child with new eyes. This morning, Z and I were at Poring Hot Springs, the sulphurous...
Climbing Mount Kinabalu
Dali would have loved the summit of Mount Kinabalu, the highest peak between the Himalayas and New Guinea. Granite towers, horns and cowslicks protrude improbably...