It was grey and rubbish that day in Bellinzona. The missus and I hiked around the hills inspecting castles and vineyards, typical rich-whitey behaviour. She talked about how alcohol is the cement for all western relationships. I had no rebuke. Where is Bellinzona? The town lies east of the Ticino river,…

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Hello everyone, thought you might like to see some snaps whilst getting lost around Genoa with the missus. Genoa has its charm, it has its danger, its very proud that Chris Columbus may or may have not lived there. I love the fact a city can lay claim to that.…

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This is a bumper edition of London Skylines. I can’t remember where half of these were taken and to be honest, who really cares. But these buildings caught my eye for a minute or two. Click on any image to follow my journey on Instagram. Or don’t.  

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‘Yeah it’s a shitbox, you don’t hear of anyone buying up real estate in Belgium. You have Ghent, Bruges is nice, Liege is an armpit, Brussels? Meehhh.’ – The missus. Any other day, any other day than this, I would have ordered the sample tray of beers that I was lasciviously…

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‘Are you ready to see the shitbox of Belgium?’ The missus joked as we hit the escalator at the train station, the Liege horizon coming over the horizon. It’s no Ghent, it’s no Bruges, it’s not clean and if Amsterdam is an armpit, then Liege is the cockpit. Here is a…

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Amsterdam is filthy. A fucking armpit. An unkempt, clumped, odourous armpit. Not my words, the words of the missus. I happen to concur. Another genius quip she dealt out during our trip was ‘It’s no wonder they serve all day breakfasts everywhere in this place, there’s no telling when these…

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Phil: Yeah I’ll have a sweet vermouth on the rocks with a twist. Rita: I’ll have the same, thats my favorite drink. Phil: Mine too, it reminds me of Rome…in the evening when the sun lights the buildings. Rita: what should we drink to? Phil: I always drink to world…

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Hong Kong has the kind of rain you can walk around topless. The vendors down Temple Street Market have no fear of getting drenched, even their cigarettes appear impervious to the slue. The sounds of the city are dominated by traffic beeping like defibrillators at pedestrian crossings. A drum of…

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“It’s still corporal punishment, see you in Strasbourg“. – Alan Partridge, Alan Partridge. I ponced around Strasbourg Cathedral, still wearing my Stetson, still in Houston mode.  It was the world’s tallest building from 1647 to 1874 , when it was surpassed by St. Nikolai’s Church, Hamburg. Today it’s the sixth. Eat my knowledge. A shortish…

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“Houston we have a problem.” Jim Lovell – Apollo 13 At the cashpoint in a local 711, downtown Houston. I feel the eyes of a curious local, hispanic descent, schlubby and with dried mud on his Adidas sneakers, investigate me up and down. I didn’t catch his name but I’ll…

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