There’s a moment in every horror movie which the villain/ghoul/serial killer reveals their true self, usually by whipping out a bloody knife, or a sinister grin. The victim is left reeling in a ‘How could I not have realised’ panic and ends up super dead. If you’ve seen Rachel McAdams' confused attempt to break free … Continue reading How to escape a date who says “I wouldn’t consider myself a feminist”
Once the public knows you're a writer, they bring the characters and events to you. And as long as you maintain your ability to look, and to carefully listen, these stories will continue. - The Grand Budapest Hotel I’m sitting in a warm cafe tucked into one of Budapest’s laneways. Sounds quaint, doesn’t it? I feel … Continue reading Budapest: Wherever You Go, There You Are
As I stepped out of the Easy-Jet airplane onto Greek soil, I was hit by wave of hot air. The hills shimmered in the distance and someone’s hat flew off their head and landed perilously close to the engine. My Greek friend in front of me let out a shrill of joy. Welcome to Thessaloniki! … Continue reading One week in Thessaloniki: Feta, Frappés and Feeling Unsafe
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