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Once the capital of the world, the city of London is riven with a thick sediment of words.
Can love taste like a red velvet cupcake? Can pride taste like freshly baked bread at four in the morning?
One day, back when thick rimmed glasses hadn’t “come back”, quite simply because they hadn’t left yet, Dave Brubeck set out to look for his mojo.
American McGee’s Alice infuses an air of freshness into a tale that is over a hundred years old.
Himachali women are a refreshing change from those I have encountered in the northern plains of rural India.
People who swear by fancy-sounding diets would do better to promote the love of good food than make debatable claims.
Spending some time with a villager almost always assures one that change is the only constant we all look forward to.
If you are a cynical traveller, driven by the urge to seek something different, then Iceland provides just the right kind of kick.
Male Justice has marched on undaunted, and mutated into more potent and prurient forms.
Expectations, they say, kill an idea. And after reading Guy Ritchie’s Gamekeeper, I agree vehemently.
Everyone has their own perfect Jeeves and Wooster, but I can’t see anyone other than Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie in those roles.
