I’m a huge fan of Inside No. 9, but just watched the ‘live’ episode on iPlayer and feeling underwhelmed. It all seemed a bit obvious, with the story spoon fed to the audience and relying too heavily on pre-recorded material. Maybe it worked better on the night?
Last week: food poisoning/flu/virus.
This week: toothache and a root canal.
Eating a jacket potato, which given the last few bedridden days, is quite an achievement.
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Quite the unnerving experience as I went to open a new carton of Oatly… what the actual fork!? Reading the small print, it seems like they’re attempting to freak out another Paul. Phew!
The Good Place is a quirky comedy that continually reinvents itself while keeping ethics and moral philosophy at its heart. It’s worth your time… although perhaps not an entire Sunday.
In what has become something of a tradition, preparing myself for re-entry into Britain with a final taste of Europe: a Belgian waffle and a can of Jupiler.
A two-week stay in Berlin not only gave me time to explore the city, but also space to question the direction of my career and address a growing sense of disillusionment with my profession.
What a treat, to visit such an amazing city during the most colourful time of the year. Wir sehen uns bald wieder, Hamburg!
Have only spent part of the morning exploring its center and still have so much to see, but Hamburg ist sehr schön! This is absolutely my kinda city.
Travels between Germany and Denmark have seen me spend an inordinate amount of time on DSB’s IC3/IR4, a train that combines the comfort of British Rail’s Class 442 ‘Wessex Electrics’ with the aesthetic of Star Trek and the absurdity of Terry Gilliam’s Brazil.
On a train. On a ferry. 🚅⛴
On German Unity Day, a tour of Tempelhof Airport proved to be a powerful act of remembrance.