Month: May 2008

Sabine and Glyn met while hiking, so the theme of their wedding was ‘tying the knot’ supported by a picture of two pairs of well-worn hiking boots with laces tied together. It was on the invitations, the website and on the menu at each table. Neither are very religious so they skipped the church in… Continue reading French Wedding

Day 2 was harder for all the reasons I thought I’d enjoy it more. I caught my train into the countryside and was directed to a quaint hotel on a big roundabout, but otherwise surrounded by fields. I dropped my bags and went for a walk along the country roads, enjoying the views of rolling… Continue reading Stone Houses

I only realised that I wanted to hate France a few hours after I got back. The language sounds like a bunch of Neanderthal women developed it when their menfolk failed to kill the mammoth again. The streets smell of piss. Even without their famed arrogance, the people are as ugly as the rest of… Continue reading Nothing to Hate