Stopping in the Scottish town of Forfar, famous for the alliterative football results (Brechin City three, Forfar four) and looking for lunch, I eschewed the town’s other claim to fame, the Forfar Bridie – a type of pasty. I was on a mission for something else and I found it in Kenny’s Cafe on the
An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman met on a train bound for the end of the United Kingdom. Not even out of London and the politics began. “Have you brought your passport?” The Englishman was teased. Later when he had lost his ticket, we said he was lucky there were no border guards
Visiting London’s Somerset House for an exhibition of photos about Aussie artist Nick Cave, I unexpectedly found myself in the midst of London Fashion Week, rubbing shoulders with fashionistas and photographers, dressers and designers, buyers and bloggers, the famous and the flamboyant. Everyone was young and beautiful, I couldn’t tell the models from the masses.
Dr D in Oz 