Today has been magical. I tried to think what particular thing was making me feel so happy and in the end I realised it was the sum of its parts. A morning cuddle with Alula where we argued about who loved each other more and I won again (because Alula hasn’t quite understood the concept …
I’m writing this about friends of ours – friends whose company I enjoy a lot. But I’m never going to have dinner with either of them again. That’s because they’ve given up eating. As in solids. As in chewing. And you thought I was lazy. And they’re not doing this indefinitely. No, they’re doing this …
I just read this on someone’s facebook page: Plant Sourced Only (Vegan) Diet is key in this time of evolution on the planet. Eating animals and their milk and eggs lowers our vibration. It takes spiritual power and energy to hold true to plant sourced only. We are light beings! While there is a wave …
‘So for xmas we have two options. If the weather is nice we can go to the beach. And if it’s not we can stay in Ubud and do what xmas is about. Namely eating.’ ‘Actually Christmas is about Jesus,’ John reminds me. I raise an eyebrow at the heathen grinning at me across the …
Something has happened to me. Something truly quite shocking. It’s like good kids who get sent to Feltham and come out knife wielding crack addicted nutjobs. I am that kid. And Ubud is my Feltham. And after four weeks I’ve changed. I think I’m a nutjob. Just not a knife-wielding crack addicted one. I have …
I’m having a ceremony for the opening of the clinic, my friend Meg tells me. She is opening Ubud’s first proper colonic clinic. (I’m not sure what proper means? That they have EU certified hoses or something?) I’ve no idea what it will involve she says, but please come. You will have to give a …
Our lovely housemate who is staying a few weeks comes into the kitchen one morning and asks: ‘What time does Bintang open?’ (Bintang being the local supermarket on a par with Lidl). ‘8 I think,’ John says, ‘But if you need anything for breakfast just help yourself.’ ‘I need butt lube,’ she says. ‘Right,’ says …
London. It just exhausts me. Last night I found myself drenched, numb, bone tired and hating on the whole transport system. And all I could think about – to the point that I almost burst into tears as I stood at south ken tube staring at macaroons in the window of Paul that cost £3.30 …
I decided to cook a lamb. Jamie Oliver convinced me. All those books with the pretty succulent meat pictures. All that geezer, easy peasy, in a jiffy, Jool’s favourite got me fired up and I forgot for a second who I was. Instead I thought, hell yeah, I’m going to roast me some lamb. I …
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