On the X26 to Glasgow
12/May/2009
Drunk guy just sat down next to a bookreading girl on the bus. BOOK GIRL: You are reeking of drink! DRUNK GUY: And you are reeking of literature! (this is just a wee tweet I wanted to preserve!)
On The Road
York The Elder
29/Feb/2008
Dr G and I are off to the fair city of York this arvo to celebrate three years of hasty marriage. I should have thought of this weeks ago but forgot amidst the deaf and snottiness… I was wondering – you guys had so many brilliant ideas when we went to New York – has Read More
Torn Between Two Lovers
20/Aug/2007
After nearly 4.5 years in Scotland I've finally exchanged my Australian drivers licence for a UK one. You're supposed to do this after 12 months of residency, but strangely I couldn't bear to part with it. My Australian Capital Territory licence was a particularly shithouse shade of lemon yellow, looking like it was cobbled together Read More
Ambition
22/Oct/2006
There is a train conductor with a secret longing to be a Voiceover Guy. This my theory anyway. The man really has the golden tonsils. I’ll be sitting there, seething into my book and loathing humanity; wishing I had the nerve to tell the guy two rows in front that if I can clearly hear Read More
The Magic Hoodies
15/Oct/2006
I have this hoodie. It is navy blue, old and grotty. I bought it for ten pounds back in 2004. That was the Year of Voluntary Poverty, when Rhiannon and I worked seven days a week and ate Tesco Value beans to fund our travels. I had never worn a hoodie before and at first Read More
Midnight Express
14/Aug/2006
The Edinburgh Festivals are quite a different experience now that I'm not living in the middle of Edinburgh. It used to be a short bus ride or walk home after an evening show. But these days if we miss the last train, it's an epic journey on the 1AM bus. It's an eclectic mix of Read More
The System
22/Aug/2005
There were three girls on the train trying to establish who among them had the shittiest job. Was it the sales assistant, the coffee shop girl or the Pizza Hut chick? While they were all equally mistreated by customers and The Management, Pizza Hut Chick won because she had to come home stinking of cheese Read More
The Road to Red Square
08/Dec/2004
On 19 June we were on the bus for a good seven hours, making our way from Novgorod to Moscow. When I wasn’t scoffing Finnish chocolate I was pressed up against the window trying to take photos of fast-moving objects. It was an unforgettable journey after four days in the relative glamour and beauty of Read More
More Than Ladas
25/Aug/2004
New photo gallery up today: Cars of Russia.
The Way Young Lovers Do
22/Jan/2004
Public transport is a cruel and evil form of mobile hell, in which one is forced to be surrounded by people at the very time of day when one least wants to be surrounded by people. Yesterday the girl with the Justin Timberlake ringtone was in the midst of a lover’s quarrel with someone perhaps Read More
