Dock of the
Pond.
Tribulations on an international scale, good food, and the occasional swearing to God in French.
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5 postsRéservation annulée
A laptop check-in, a boarding pass I only wanted on paper, and a support chat that ends with the words "réservation" and "annulée", together, in that order.
Read the post →Tuesday
A '69 Datsun, an empty road to the coast, and a coffee by the beach. Then the wall I'm leaning against detonates, and two detectives would very much like to know what I used to do for a living.
Read the post →Un cinquième de million
Vingt jours de pluie sur Belfast, une end-terrace house aux volets fermés, un vieil Eastpack plein de billets froissés, et l'impression très nette que ça y est.
Read the post →Bœuf Wellington en terrain hostile
Un kilo de bidoche, trois jours de préparation, 300 bornes en sac isotherme, et une cuisine équipée comme un coffret Playmobile. Six personnes attendent, perchées sur leur prosecco. Musique : Sergio Leone, Scénario : un pignouf anonyme, Casting : ditto.
Read the post →The Alien Test
What happened when someone refused to take my modesty at face value.
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