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Greece: There and Back on the Magic Bus. Part 1
Lesson learned. When dealing with the Island Greeks, they’re lovely people, but they’ll take you to the cleaners given half a chance. This deflated our egos for a few nanoseconds. We saw a family out back refilling plastic water bottles from a well. If the silly tourists want bottled water, we’ll sell them bottled water. This was the Greek idea of keeping the tourists happy.
Sightings of an English Band in Poland, 1993
I mean, even the first time round, who the actual fuck was Alice? And who cared about living next door to her? I’m not very good at either listening to or remembering pop lyrics, but even without knowing any of the rest of them, I understood that it was a song about the girl next door. But rock stars didn’t want the girl next door, did they? They got on planes and travelled, got off, collected all that gear, got into vans and disappeared up the road, in search of more glamorous girls.
Back to the Football #3 Sants vs Hospitalet
Since the last entry, the boys of UE Sants have gone through something of a revelatory experience. What I mean by this is that they have won, twice in fact, including a comeback 4-3 victory against the adorably monikered Poble Mafumet, a performance reminiscent of the 2005 Champion’s League Final, or so said some throaty drunk bloke.
Just Standing There in the Dark
The basic truth of long-distance public transport rest stops is that although you get the stop aspect, no-one rests. This is due to a potent mix of acute social awkwardness, muzak and bad colour schemes. An empty bladder, stretched legs and popped-up blood sugar at a premium price is the best combo you can hope for.
Zadusnice: The Serbian All Souls’ Day
There are four Zadusnice in a year, one for every season: summer, autumn, winter and spring, and they always fall on Saturday. Saturday is the day of week devoted to the dead in Serbian culture. And Serbs are funny people. They are outgoing and talkative, and they love to socialize with one another, laugh and make jokes anywhere, even in the cemetery.
Having sex in a swimming pool
Unprotected sex, booze, a swimming pool and and forthright businesswomen all face Laurence in a down-at-the-heel Mexican hotel.
Welcome To The United States
The security man gives a mean, hawking cough and raises his hand over the glass to wave through the next victim. I mutter my thanks, grab my visa and scurry away. Welcome to the United States, you youthful, naïve ignoramus.
Selling the Americas
Alessandra Bergamin takes a trip to Melbourne’s “Discover the Americas” expo
The Ultimate London Pub Crawl
Two friends and one 23 year long quest; to get drunk in the vicinity of all 270 London underground stations.
Fear and Loathing in Indonesian Toilets
Any expat eventually has to assimilate into the local culture, regardless of how low you feel you must stoop.
The Papoose
The London Underground is my safe haven. Many people hate it; but for me, there is no other place that could give me the same, dependable experience.
Lara Croft of the Kabubble
Larger-than-life characters and daily life as a journalist in the surreal world of Kabul, Afghanistan.
Bingo, Football & Fascists
Drunken antics, bingo, Nazi grass and fascist salutes await Laurence as he takes a trip to a Real Betis football away match.
Visions of Albion
Visions of Albion, a short film by ‘EYE’ follows a group of Chinese tourists across Britain, showing what defines Britishness in the eyes of tourists.
England Your England
London is undergoing a living crisis. We present two short films courtesy of England Your England that discuss a very modern problem plaguing the city today
Politics in Lebanon is a hereditary illness
The phoenix has won the cockfight, but now it’s limping around in a heap of blood and feathers. Politics in Lebanon is a hereditary illness.
Running of the Bulls
Trouser-less and here in rural Spain. This is how the “Carnaval” finished for me.
Haitian Heroes
Haitian Heroes is a photography project by Dominik Prinz. Haitian Heroes tells stories of courage, bravery and hope among Port au Prince’s poorest children.
Ginger Syrians
Ginger Syrians, or ‘Gyrians’ as we know them are not just a curiosity in Aleppo, but a phenomenon. Michael Stark writes about drinking culture in Syria.
