Archives for August 2009
365: Paul Young! Live!
Yeah, you can see Blur perform in their reunion gigs but I’d take an hour with Paul Young on stage any day. (As long as that day is the day after the rained-off Rovinj Night.)
365: Skinned
Activity day with a (dare I say, somewhat tame) trip to Tito’s island in The Adriatic. Pip does her best tiger impersonation. A dead tiger, but a tiger all the same.
365: The jet set lifestyle
(If that jet is a Ryanair one.) Drinks in a cocktail bar set into the rocks on the waterfront. Perfect.
365: A thousand miles from home
This little video (bear with it, the feet only last for ten seconds) sums up how… good it is to be relaxing in Croatia rather than slogging in London. And with three lovely ladies too. Lucky, very lucky.
365: The law of Ryanair
Hmm, Ryanair. It goes against much I believe in, e.g. customer service, but the flight was very empty and it’s hard to argue with a flight to Croatia for £38.
However there was one stupid, beligerent moment. I was told off by some cabin crew woman for taking a photo.
‘You cannot’.
‘Why?’.
‘Safety and security’.
‘But that’s… ridiculous, what am I doing related to that?’. ‘It is our law’.
A law to stop her flat Slovak arse being photographed more like. So she left and I took another one.
Oh yes – I’m on holiday. At last.
365: Brain food
Yep, day three trapped in the office (the last day for me, thankfully) and the only thing changing think that’s available to photograph is food. So here we go. Sushi (and quite good it was too).
365: Rocket fuel
There’s a tough tradeoff between bananas and chocolate rolls. No surpises which won.
365: All that’s keeping me going…
…in a week of nights that won’t be finishing before half ten at night is this information: Crotia; sun; 72 hours from now.
365: Victory!
I don’t have a photo from the exact moment it happened, I know it’s nowhere near exciting as 2005, I know that the pissed bloke a few seats away was really annoying, yet I’m still glad that I was there when England won The Ashes.
365: Ashes, Day 3
There’s a certain tingle to be felt when sitting in a capacity crowd at The Oval, with England sitting on a lead that would require a world record run chase. And yet… and yet… you’d put nothing past the Australians.
