In awe of how my wife will arrive in a new city and immediately seek out local ointments, textiles, a bolt of fine cloth etc. It's like travelling with a merchant from 16th century Antwerp
There’s nothing museums like more than having a BIG entrance that is CLEARLY THE ENTRANCE and which you absolutely cannot use to enter the museum any more
This happened to a friend of mine called Fergus, whose flatmate spent months secretly photographing himself dressed up in Ferg’s clothes, sitting in his favoured positions, reading his favourite books etc. for a massive collage project called "Being Fergus"
You make the best of life in Britain. You go on a little weekend break, you sightsee in your own city, you even realise that hey, it’s got a lot going for it. And the hot second you get to Europe you realise you hail from a land God has abandoned
It's genuinely impossible to tell what form of infrastructure or product—belief system perhaps?—is supposedly lacking in ‘Europe’ that means everyone is dehydrated here