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Lord of the thighs

April 26, 2012

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The feeling of teeth chattering in your skull with every thigh-shaking stride, that crusty layer of sweat-salt plastering your skin and the need to use a stairlift for 48 hours after you finish. Marathons are awesome. I ran/limped the London Marathon two years ago. It was a mind-blowing experience, a monumental challenge to take on […]

Bang Said the Gun

April 20, 2012

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Spoken word somehow knows how to reach deep into my soul, forage around for a bit, sling out any vapid debris I’ve picked up from crap TV, and replenish with spirit-nourishing, life-affirming verse. So when our host Dan proclaimed last evening’s festivities as ‘the poetry night for people that don’t like poetry’, I was worried. […]

The art of massage

April 16, 2012

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‘Just relax’ rasped the sturdy Estonian lady as she pummelled essential oils into my lower back with what felt like a club, while I struggled to wriggle my crushed skull into a comfier position in the face hole. The Baltics are renowned for having some of the best spa facilities in the world, but my […]

Land of the Morning Calm

April 10, 2012

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Breathtaking mountainous scenery, pickled cabbage for breakfast, lunch and dinner, public toilet stalls set aside for ‘foreigners only’ and an annual mud festival – South Korea is one of the most incredible, as well as one of the strangest places I’ve ever holidayed. The Republic of Korea is the southern tip of the only divided […]

The Flip Flop Threshold

April 6, 2012

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At this time of year England experiences a weird phenomenon I call the ‘flip flop threshold’. Winter here is miserable, and essentially spent waiting for summer. During the cold, grey cavity that is January we dream of sundrenched days spent lounging in the park, firing up the barbeque and scoffing our body mass in ice […]

Lady and the Van Driver

April 3, 2012

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Ah Spring – the smell of cut grass, lambs frolicking in the sun and the sweet sound of sexist abuse winging its way towards women on the street. I’m looking at you, White Van Men. Why is it that as soon as the sun comes out, and winter coats are joyfully shed, that some men […]