Have I ever mentioned my enourmous weakness for Scottish accents? Its probably because of my childhood clarinet teacher, Mrs Badcrumble – who was Scottish and over 800 years old. Why this relates me to be getting aroused by a gaelic brough† I REALLY can't tell you. But there you have it. † not an Italian bread Tweet This Post
I have been quiet for a long time, haven't I? First it was dating someone. Then it was not dating him any more that was occupying my time. And now writing is no longer a habit. Work and training are also occupying a lot of my time and attention. But …Read the Rest
Now I was just reminded of this from my days in China. There is a custom all over the world to take the new expat employee out for lunch on their first day and make them eat truly disgusting local delicacies – all in the name of fun. Using my …Read the Rest