Monthly Archives: September 2014

Police and Thieves (2)

Almaty is just so gorgeous. The winter could have killed me but my skull seems to have the ability to withstand slapstick slips. The Police in Almaty fuck off in the cold weather. Dread the Spring! Walking home past the hoardings that carefully hid the Dostyk Plaza. Tap on the shoulder; a midget with aContinue reading “Police and Thieves (2)”

Police and Thieves (1)

Doha November 2008. Sensible drinking is highly recommended by governments everywhere. But they’d all be fucked without the tax from insensible drinking. Thursday night; bizarre weekend. It throws the lifetime of sociological habit to work Sunday to Thursday. Tell me about the money, honey. “Hey Swifty have you ever tried a Jägerbomb?” Any sensible personContinue reading “Police and Thieves (1)”

Friday night reflection – thankyou Frank

But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of my years And I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year Songwriters: ERVIN DRAKE It Was A Very Good Year lyrics © SONGWRITERSContinue reading “Friday night reflection – thankyou Frank”

Istanbul 5. Istanbul Modern.

That sounds like a trick they might play in the Time Travellers show. Istanbul – City of History. Istanbul Modern. Actually it is the name of a Gallery housed in a massive container-like warehouse, showing off recent, sometimes controversial, works of Art. Whatever Art means! Last Christmas I was fortunate enough to be in Doha duringContinue reading “Istanbul 5. Istanbul Modern.”

Istanbul 4. Being the Tourist -Dolmabahçe Palace.

There comes a point in every city visit when you get the confidence to jump in a taxi and know where you’re going. Once I have my bearings I can tell if the driver of the said automotive hack will attempt to go from A to B via X, Y and Z; creating an ‘alternativeContinue reading “Istanbul 4. Being the Tourist -Dolmabahçe Palace.”

Tasha – now is the Autumn of our days.

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells WithContinue reading “Tasha – now is the Autumn of our days.”

A sunny day in Almaty

Monday afternoon walking through the City. First thing – the girls are so pretty! Mixed feelings at Panfilov Park. The Cathedral shone down on me – look at this. Great to have caught the reflection from the Cross just at the right moment. The Park also contains the War Memorial to Kazak men and womenContinue reading “A sunny day in Almaty”