Friday, March 20th, 2009 | Posted in my life

29 Sign

A year after 28.

A year can pass so quickly. I really must make the most of the last year of my twenties. Watch this space.


Thursday, March 20th, 2008 | Posted in my life


Pic Source – Number Sculptures

Mum says that I was actually born at about 4pm, but it’s just past midnight here and I’m going to open my birthday cards and munch on a biscuit.

Happy Birthday to me. :wink:

Happy Birthday, Sexy Becca!

Friday, October 26th, 2007 | Posted in Uncategorized

I wish you a fabulous birthday, you wonderful woman!

wonder woman

I miss your lovely posts and pics. Long live No Smoking in the Skull Cave, the best blog in the universe!

Happy Birthday, Dirk!

Monday, September 17th, 2007 | Posted in Uncategorized

The sleazy married cafe-manager wannabe-adulterer turns 39 today. All I gave him was a birthday handshake.


No funny business.

Brussels – The Sequel

Sunday, August 12th, 2007 | Posted in Uncategorized

About a week ago my mum and I went to Brussels for the day on the Eurostar. It was a follow-up to the trip we took there last summer for my mum’s birthday. Last time I paid for us to stay at the Marriott hotel for a few days, but this time she paid as I’m rather financially-challenged at the moment.

I prefer taking the Eurostar to flying. I’ve been thinking about going to Rome by an overnight train from Paris. It sounds more romantic to me, like taking the Orient Express.

Orient Express

Anyway, we got the train to Brussels. Then instead of taking the taxi to the centre of town we decided to have an adventure and take the tram. After a few confusing minutes of trying to find the toilet in the station, then figuring out which tram to take we finally were on our way. The trams moved very quickly so we had to hold on very tight to keep from falling over.


So we arrived at Bourse Beurs and found the main shopping road, with lots of clothes shops. We looked around for a while and bought some bits and pieces.

After a while we stopped at a nearby hotel restaurant. We both ordered the 2nd most expensive item on the menu, the small t-bone steak for 16 euros each.


Then on to more shopping. We enjoyed a waffle, some ice cream while people-watching in the square.

Soon it was time to make our way back to the Eurostar station, and then back to London.

When we got to Clapham Junction we were delayed for a while due to a broken-down train. A young guy asked us for money while we were waiting for our train, saying that he was hungry.
“I’m hungry too,” said my mum, sending him packing.

It was nice spending some quality time with my mum. And my wanderlust is stirring again.