London Calling I still haven't lost my love for London, being honest and a traitor to the North. Whatever that means. Even after a year of taking in sights few rarely experience in one large sitting, it is evident that I moved out of this city through necessity rather than choice. I love the energy, the history. I glide through the streets and navigating is easier than breathing for me. I could while away many a night hour on a night bus rolling past Big Ben, t...

Curtain Call The sky is crying in beautiful Green Point; the adventure is almost at an end. I have enjoyed New York immensely. I have enjoyed it to the degree where I have compromised on my precious sleep, and my sinuses way heavy with the consequences. I thank all the people who made this possible. I thank Couchsurfing, not least because it bucks conventional scepticism. I don't know how I feel about returning to Britain. I am no longer sure whether it is a re...

Silence to a Caterwaul I woke up and my belly hurts. It hurts from all the ice water I consumed last night in an attempt to stop the re-enactment of Sunday's hangover. It hurts from the gymnastic troupe of butterflies that vaulted through my stomach as I took to the stage last night to sing in front of an NYC crowd in Little Italy. And it also aches a little for my own disappointment, though that could be my pride too. I swore that nothing on God's green earth ...

Farewell to the Mighty Maple I feel like I've been in Canada forever. I only arrived just over a month ago, but time hasn't slipped by as quickly as I expected. I almost feel relieved to be leaving, not because I hate the place, but because I have found myself becoming more and more drained of energy; the same drain I feel back in Hale Barns. It's partially my own fault. I really should have made more of an effort to get out of the cities, but it's so damn cold...

I, Rag Doll God, do I ache. My legs hurt; my elbows are sore; my fingers are tired; my neck muscles are strained; my ribs feel like they've taken yet another pounding; and my arse is numb. Yes, I have been snowboarding. My first time, actually, spent during a beautiful day on top of Mt Seymour, one of Vancouver's local slopes. For the past week, the city has been covered in a blanket of freezing fog, making the mountains the best places to be. Yesterday was no ...