It’s trick or treat time. Being British I’m faintly disturbed by this tradition; squirmish about the concept of fancy dress (the effort involved seems commensurate with axing the trees to light your own funeral pyre), cynical of the commercialization of yet another pagan / christian ceremony and also mightily stressed out by the following email, …
Alula has been doing her best impression of Damien from the Omen these last few weeks. And when I say ‘impression’ I mean that she follows the method acting school of thought. Being Ubud, most people’s first response when I appear weeping before them, pouring the valium down my throat is – ‘Have you taken …
Two four year olds stand before me, hands on hips. ‘Is there Birthday cake?’ one demands. ‘Yes.’ ‘Is the Cake Raw?’ the other asks. ‘No.’ ‘Is the cake Vegan. Because I’m Vegan,’ says the other. ‘No.’ ‘Well, what will I eat?’ ‘Um…'(I don’t know but I’m thinking there’ll be more cake for me). I walk …
It’s pitch black. I’m sweating. People around me are gasping and moaning and writhing. There’s only one place this could be. The Yoga Barn on a Friday night. It feels so good to get back to ecstatic dance. It was up there with coconuts as the thing I missed most about being away from Bali. …
Everywhere we go we are watched. I feel furtive. As if a hand is about to fall on my shoulder and ask me please to come this way. I feel as if I’ve got a piece of priceless art stashed in my bikini (some might say I do, but you know I like to be …
A good friend popped around in the week and astrally projected from my balcony. She met a twelve-foot tall blue alien in another dimension. I wanted to know if he looked like Sam Worthington but she couldn’t say. Footnote: there were no drugs involved in this. But really, only in Ubud right? Where else would …
I have twelve minutes to make it through Bintang picking up whatever it was I wrote on the list and left in the kitchen and get back across town to pick Alula up at the library. I slide the car into a sweet spot in the shade, jump out and am heading, keys in hand, …
It’s John’s birthday next week. I took him out for an early celebration on Sunday. We went to buy a drum. But the man is fussier about drums than he is about socks. Anyway, then he got a massage (not from me – don’t be stupid) and then dinner. I did a search online and …
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 …
Right here’s another one for you. You’ll need to be sitting down. Yesterday my friend shoved a picture in front of my face and told me to stare at it. ‘I’m not much good at these staring until a picture jumps out at you things,’ I said as my eyes went fuzzy. If I was …
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