What I Did On My Holidays – The Redemption of Detroit

So it occurs to me that I have extensively rubbished Detroit International Airport in recent blogs, and while I defend this position as being entirely justifiable based on the key fact that Detroit Airport is horrid in every way, I realise that in the interest of fair play I must point out three key things. 1.  Detroit International Airport does a really, really good jam and peanut butter sandwich.  (Or ‘jelly’ and peanut butter, I discovered.)  I mean, really, really good.  Over-priced but worth it. 2.  You can ride a sort of internal tram-monorail thing up and down and up…

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What I Did On My Holidays – Montreal Pt.2

Back to my inability to speak French. I have yet to see Mission Impossible 3 in English.  But in French, it was quite clearly a work of towering genius.  I mean, in a totally rubbish way.  Oh the running!  Oh the sweaty vests!  Oh the profound staring distantly into space while declaring love on the edge of death!  I vaguely remember something about a thing going to explore inside Tom Cruise’s brain (and how this was fixed by pumping his heart?), I vaguely remember someone drawing angles on a window in a place that might have been Hong Kong.  I…

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What I Did On My Holidays – Montreal Pt.1

Alas, I went to Montreal before I owned a camera, so this is going to have to be done the ol’ fashioned way… are you sitting comfortably? The gentleman in my life was invited to attend a conference in Montreal for a few days in 2006, the year of the World Cup, and quickly decided that this was an excellent way to have a holiday.  I leapt upon the bandwagon, swearing that for the days immediately preceding the conference I would eat nothing at all (a pledge I did not keep) so that for those few precious moments when all…

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Inns of Court pt.2

It has been pointed out to me that there are actually 4 Inns of Court – Middle, Inner, Lincoln and Greys.  However, in my defence, I’d like to point out that Inner is inside Middle, or possibly Middle is inside Inner, or maybe they are both in Temple – oh yes, there’s a Temple, but is it a Court?  – (no being my preferred answer of choice) and so it goes.  There a surprisingly amount of mysticism related to the Inns of Court, particularly Middle/Inner, involving ancient ancient churches, burial sites and quite possibly a heady dose of paganism.  There’s…

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Inns of Court

… or, ‘guess which BBC Victorian drama was filmed here…?’ There’s a lot to say about the Inns of Court – for a start, there are three of them; Greys Inn, Lincolns Inn and Middle Temple Inn – and they’re extremely old and have a reasonably exciting history.  So I’m not going to really say much about them yet, and simply put in some of the photos I’ve acquired and say that bang smack in the middle of London are three dead sexy historical bits of the city inhabited almost entirely by lawyers and film crews, covering many, many acres,…

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Vaclav Havel

I was asked, a few months ago, to say what name went with ‘Havel’ in a ‘guess that playwright’ game, and automatically said Vaclav.  It took me a while to figure out why I’d said this – was it some vague hangover from GCSE history, or a lingering half-memory of ‘The Cold War Endgame’, that fatal LSE exam where I got a mental block on how to spell ‘Gorbachev’ half way through the final paper…?  Whatever – we had no time to find out, since the context in which Mr Havel was named was a theatre history lecture on the…

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