Movements in the World and in the Mind
Although I might sound like I was reared in the Sexy South of our fabulous town, when it comes to my daily commute and getting around in general I wear my Dutchness on my sleeve; think bike all the way, come rain come shine, day or night. Besides it being quick it appeals to my... Continue Reading →
For the last few months I have been absolutely fascinated by cyclist Lance Armstrong’s fall from grace. I am a keen cyclist and in this country one automatically assumes that you're into road cycle racing as well. One assumes that I’m glued to the screen when the Tour (de France), the Giro (d'Italia) or the... Continue Reading →
Yeah, yeah, have you heard the news today? The French rich, famous and eccentric have reared their entertainers' head lately. Well, two of them at least. I'm referring to Gallic icons Gérard Depardieu and Brigitte Bardot. The French government has suggested a tax band of 75 percent for those who earn €1 million or more.... Continue Reading →
As if there is not enough volatility, violence, death and destruction going on in the region, as if there wasn't an intensely brutal conflict gripping Syria spilling over into constitutionally fragile Lebanon and the politically tense Golan Heights. As if the Bedouins of the Sinai are not giving expression to their frustration as the marginalised... Continue Reading →
It seems the Muslim is easily insulted. He- the Public Muslim tends to be male- objects to art unless strictly Islamic and music is also Haraam. The Muslim wrath sure reared its ugly head when writer Salman Rushdie got fatwa-ed by the Ayatollah of Iran for alleged blasphemy in his novel the Satanic Verses back... Continue Reading →
After a week in which the financial sector quite visibly reared its ugly head yet again, Nadal will no longer entertain us on the greenish grass of the All-England Club and Italy played the match of the year against Spain, my working life of a 70 hour work week has almost come to an end.... Continue Reading →
Chasing the symptoms of eternal youth is a billion pound/dollar/any currency industry and the older we seem to be able to get the more intense this chase seems to become. I am talking about the symptoms of youth like smooth skin and non-sagging bits as no one really seems to seriously quest for the source... Continue Reading →
So after months – no years- of telling myself that I really should go to the Papaya Studios in theatrical Covent Garden to do some dancing because a) I love dancing and b) it’s a good way to stay fit and far more entertaining than hitting the gym, I finally went. So a few days... Continue Reading →
I had a night out with my friend Saskia, who I met in Alex. I stayed in Amsterdam and she decided to visit me there. It's the start of the academic year and in Holland – I don't know how it works in the UK- new students do all sorts of activities in freshers... Continue Reading →
As a nervous wreck I had set myself on front row again in my 'second living room' in Kafr Abdu. I had done some packing in the morning and was hoping to spectate the match of matches; the quarter final Holland- Brazil. I knew the sentiments back in Lowlands Country were upbeat but I... Continue Reading →
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