Bring on the flashmob
I want to be flashmobbed. I want to find myself in a railway station, or a bus depot, or an airport one day and have
I want to be flashmobbed. I want to find myself in a railway station, or a bus depot, or an airport one day and have
Being branded an expat in a foreign city comes with many labels and tags. At first meeting, many assumptions are made and the usual litany
I’ve spent the majority of my adult life in rented accommodation. I never had to worry about maintenance or broken appliances. If something went wrong,
‘I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man carrying an indignant, asthmatic pig under his arm. Unfortunately, the man-made
One evening earlier this week, a succession of trams disgorged their passengers at Corvin Negyed, the drivers giving very clear reasons for the disruption in
I got a bit of a shock yesterday from which I’m only now recovering. I received a Christmas card, in the post, from Ireland. I
The world is getting smaller by the day. A friend of mine in Palm Springs, California, emailed me to say that they’d heard an interview
I’ve been known, on occasion, to talk to myself – out loud. It can be rather disconcerting for passersby who happen to overhear the argument
I have a fondness for statues. I can talk to them for hours. I used to visit József Attila quite often a few years ago
Each year, for the last four years, Ronnie Thompson would come to Budapest in March. The Londoner visited at other times, too, but it was