I thought it would be a good idea to get library card and take out some children’s books to help me learn French. I discovered that my level of French is probably about the same, if not worse, than a 3 year olds. But look on the bright side, even just the first book I … Continue reading
A year before moving to Bordeaux I was here for a day. My friend was flying in from London and he was bringing a boxed-up bike with him on the plane. I had to buy a bike quickly so that we could ride out to the coast. I wanted to get something cheap (maybe second … Continue reading
Two or three months ago I got drunk, at work, on a Sunday evening. Afterwards, cycling home at an overconfident speed, I turned onto Rue Sainte Catherine, misjudged a gap between bollards and ploughed into one, taking the impact on my shin and pedal. I fell face-first landing flat on the pavement. You’d expect nothing … Continue reading
