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Rogue One – I am beside myself

The trailer for the new standalone Star Wars feature Rogue One came out just a few days ago and the internet went predictably berserk. As did I. It looks awesome. Just awesome. The new film, which isn’t part of the new sequels, but is part of the franchise, is set...

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The witching hour

It’s still yesterday. I mean, I’m still writing about the last day I wrote about. One day, so much to say. It’s still yesterday. I left Richard the Steeplejack at Coleby church and carried on with my walk which continued along the ridgeway and passed through the small town of...

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Some thoughts on Zaha Hadid

Architecture titan Zaha Hadid died suddenly last week, and the news kinda shook me up more than expected. I’ve only come to learn about Hadid’s work recently, mostly be reading excoriating articles by people who clearly hate her. I don’t hate her, nor her work. I think her stuff is...

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Between the buttocks of a naked statue

I am sitting between the buttocks of a naked statue and an ancient water pump and in the midst of, alternately, the smell of herbal cigarettes and fried pastry. Croatian men have deep resonant voices that sound unreal, as in they don’t actually sound real, a bit forced or something....

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Zagreb After Hours

If you get to the Dolac, or any of Zagreb’s markets, just as it’s closing, you’ll see a small army of old women in three-quarter length worsted skirts, digging through the leftover boxes, looking for food. This is Zagreb after hours. You can get quite a meal, if you know...

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Joseph Grimaldi park

You could easily walk past Joseph Grimaldi park near Kings Cross and think nothing of it. Or you could walk past it and think, as I did, gah, what a dismal looking place. But me being me, I stopped to read the plaque, wherein I discovered that the park is...

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Return to the Dolac

And here I am, back at the Dolac, as though time had never passed. The weather is warmer than when we left, the sun is shining, people look less miserable as they stand about hawking their wares. The air of desperation that wearies you in winter is gone. Today they...

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A new way to board planes

I propose a radical new way of boarding planes. Instead of going higgledy piggledy and filling up the plane randomly, even instead of going row by row, I suggest something completely different. – All window aisle seated passengers should go first, — followed by the middle seated passengers, — and...

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The musician’s hand

It’s hard to believe that I, a shameless book nerd, a lover of libraries and the written word, a proponent of public spaces and exhibitions, yes, me, it is hard to believe that in all my times living in and visiting London, I have never been to the British Library....

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On stamp collecting

Australians love to collect stamps. Not just any stamps, but passport stamps. Antipodeans are notorious for being great travellers, and I won’t be the first to say that sometimes I think we do it merely to collect stamps. I was one of those too. So many stamps! All those visas!...