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Read more: 151. Sending back what the optimist ordered151. Sending back what the optimist ordered
I have been to Fiji eight times. Eight. Not once did it rain more than what we all know as a sun shower. I want that on the record before I tell you what Samoa did to us. This trip was a gift. Literally. Five years ago, the Latino left Argentina, left his family, his job,…
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29. Amateur Hour
Read more: 29. Amateur HourSo we’d booked a table at The Ivy for Sunday lunch, because people said we should. Snuggled in the heart of Soho since the early twentieth century , it’s nana chic walls are lined with black and white photographs of history’s theatrical royalty – Laurence Olivier, Marlene Dietrich and Dame Nellie Melba all ate there.…
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28. Holding the torch
Read more: 28. Holding the torchAm I the only one who does a good line in weeping in restaurant toilets? Because twenty minutes into meeting the newest member of the Secret Royal Family and that’s where I was. I wasn’t prepared for how perfect she would be, how much love and vulnerablility travelled with her, how Stu’s face would soften…
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27. And there she was
Read more: 27. And there she was
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26. Can sperm be a gift?
Read more: 26. Can sperm be a gift?Have you ever seen a Persian cat panic? They stick out their little pink tongues and pant. I’ll put money on the fact that there’s a bit of that going on in 312 this morning. That’s because the purpose of the trip is finally upon us. We’re going to meet Orla May at 1pm and…
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25. Women talk too much
Read more: 25. Women talk too muchJust putting it out there. I’m sure if you’d been trapped in Eurostar’s carriage 7 seat 23 with the world’s dullest woman in seat 20, I think you’d agree. Although you might be kinder and say THAT woman talks too much. Which is possibly true, but not much of a story. Unbelievable the shit she…
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24. It doesn’t need a reason
Read more: 24. It doesn’t need a reasonI can last about two hours in a gallery without needing to leave and look at the sky. And a visit to the Pompidou Centre proved no exception. I was taken by Yayoi Kasuma’s retrospective, a Japanese artist I have greatly admired since seeing her work at Sydney’s MCA a few years ago. She seeks…









