Pete I get it, you went to Vietnam. I know, it’s getting tough to say, ‘taken from a recent trip’ because I went around April time. (1974). But some people might be interested. If you are going to Vietnam I recommend this place. Only discovered in the last 100 or…

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I’ll probably say this was one of the best experiences of my life. That and seeing the Kevin Pietersen 158 against Australia on the last day of Ashes. Boy did I get hammered that day. Again, another good reason to give up the booze as I’d like to have a…

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Again apologies, no time to write at the minute. I’m knee deep in writing scripts for another blogger and his YouTube channel. (Will give you a match report on that at some point. Lets just say it’s Really Manly and Really Stylish). I was up at that crack of fuck…

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Had the pleasure of frequenting Geneva not too long ago with the missus. We trained it down from Zug and spent the night at Hotel Longemalle. For some reason or other, I remember being distinctly chagrined about a recent email exchange with my Editor. I took this dour mood with…

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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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I’m in two minds to start an eBook entitled ‘The hotels that point toilet paper’ or something slightly more uplifting, ‘My birds ass on balconies’. Perhaps these books would be better suited in a coffee table format, either way, toilet paper will be involved. I digress, crikey where was I?…

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The Saigon Morin Hotel has an imperious aura. Built in 1901 it is widely regarded as the most luxurious hotel in all of Hue, Vietnam. It has 180 guest rooms, 4 restaurants and recreations. It suffered some damage during the Vietnam War, especially during the Tet Offensive of ’68 (one…

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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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Easy enough to find, deep in the sweaty ball sack of Liege, Belgium. Hotel Neuvice has an antiquated vibe. No lift, crickety-rickety stairs, tight to ascend. Plenty to talk about with this gaff so lets get to it. RECEPTION No cocktails, sugary treats on the desk or a man beating…

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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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