
2023 Grateful 48: El Greco
I’m still kicking myself that I missed the Hieronymus Bosch exhibition in Budapest last year. Not because I’m a fan of the man’s work (I
I’m still kicking myself that I missed the Hieronymus Bosch exhibition in Budapest last year. Not because I’m a fan of the man’s work (I
It’s Christmas. The season of goodwill. And giving. Lots of giving. Mostly giving stuff that people don’t want or won’t use or have no need
Hurry sickness. It was a new one on me, something I could relate to but hadn’t ever heard named. Hurry sickness.
In 2013, when the Hungarian government first criminalised homelessness, the BBC reported figures from The civic group, the City Belongs to Everyone, estimating that 10,000
I’m not a great one for making plans. Most of my major life decisions were taken on the spur of the moment. I’m definitely a
There is a growing discontent in the air in Budapest. Something that goes beyond the normal level of human complaint. What I’m hearing now is
It was an intimate affair. About thirty discerning souls in the back room of Beckett’s Bar in Budapest on a cold, rainy, rather miserable Thursday
Last week, I gathered some of my miscellaneous currency – you know the bits you have left over after a trip and are too lazy
My life is bursting with good intentions. I am forever making notes to myself to see, do, go, call, write, ask… and a good 7 times
What’s this? I asked the waiter, pointing to what looked suspiciously like a piece of a chilli. It’s a chilli, he confirmed. But it was