No hats no boots

Well I got the hat and the boots, so bring it on.
Writing yesterdays post didn’t take me a lot of time. When there is (Pirate in this case) passion involved, words come easily and posts get long. Most of the time, when I read it back the next day, I feel I […]

There are many transport possibilities to get to my new office, and I have been trying a few of them already this week. There are people who want to get home after work as soon as possible, and there are people who actually enjoy taking buses they’ve never taken before crossing through areas in London […]

I was actually planning on going to attend a Q&A session in the place over all places (BAFTA building) in London (with Richard Eyre, director of Notes On A Scandal), but I was so tired that I skipped it, and even the short walk home felt like having to run a marathon.

Cricket in Vincent Square

Cricket in Vincent Square
I like the “don’t squeeze me until I’m yours” sign on … the muffins in a cafe. Makes me want to squeeze them even more.
I like the white uniforms of the cricket players playing the game around the corner where I live.
I like the sharpdressed men walking to work […]

Take away love …

The garbage man joked around and made me smile as one of the first things this day. One of my neighbours was talking to another one without his teeth in, and although I know he is English I couldn’t understand a word he said. I walked my last morning walk to Victoria […]

Funny little frog

They are Scottish.
They are from Glasgow.
They have been around for quite a while.
I am always late in discovering delicious music like this.
When I heard this song for the first time today I had to run to my drawing pad.
In between dancing I draw the frog.
I have also listened to The Murders in […]

Jonathan at sea

Jonathan at sea

Trains

In the film in my head I had thought of a couple of ways to hand in my resignation and a couple of reasons to give them why I leave.

It’s not a big Thing for you. But it is the Thing for me.
So just to lower your expectations:
I am not getting married
I am not pregnant
I am not leaving the country
I am not moving
And it has nothing whatsoever to do with him
Sorry to disappoint you.
The Thing is …

Surreal but nice

New York, 12 March 2007
She had a couple of hours left before heading to boring JFK airport. She walked around with her soul under her arms as they say. She had a few dollars left as well and when she walked passed it, accidentally, unplanned, she thought that she might as well end […]

I wanna be a Rock Star

I wanna be a Rock Star - a cafe in Notting Hill
If you 2 years ago would have said that I would live in London today I would have said you were crazy.
But there you go, it happened.
If you one and a half year ago would have said that I […]

Flying high over London

Over London flying high on my way to Nighy York (really)
Let’s see what’s in here: a mouse, a Mars bar, old and young, Daniel Craig, Hot Fuzz, Love Actually, coconutophobes, dreams and delicious Scots. And OK, he’s in there too.

The answers

I checked, no they are not. Where are they?

- Don’t you feel like we have been in some kind of movie this week Davy, you and me?
- Well, yes, but then - I missed the very first part.
- Which?
- The opening scene.
- Oh, Girl leaves London.
- Yes, anything special happening on the plane, who was sitting beside you?
- A very quiet gadget boy.
- […]

Holland was nice. There were family visits, Sinterklaas, a meeting with friends from way back (and the wonder that laughing with them always seems to be so easy, no matter how long we haven’t seen each other), and I got reunited with my little Norwegian friend here.
But it was a very weird and sad day […]

Bill Nighy in London

I had a serious talk with my new editor and we decided that we are not going to do it.
We are not going to write that today, it is exactly 1 year ago that I saw the film.
We are not going to write that the line “I’m not the man I dreamt […]

Stationsign

“Is this today’s newspaper?” he asks, picking up my Metro from the seat beside me.
A young boy, 14-15 years, baseballcap, trainers, asks me politely.
“Is it yours?” he asks.
“Yes, but you’re welcome to read it.” Kids reading the newspaper, good thing, stimulate it.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that.” He gave me back the paper.
“No go on, no […]