Verbal Brand Consultant
and Advertising Copywriter

  • Glitz and Grit – 4 nights in Berlin

    Thursday, November 8th, 2018By Annamodern culture, performance, time off0 comment

     

    I’ve been in Berlin visiting my mate Andrew Moomin. Andrew came to meet me at Tegel, a shed-like airport with a tin roof and undulating lino. Achtung! Somebody build a new bloody international airport for the city! Despite the fact that I know Andrew very well (you could say pretty intimately minus any genital action), on entering the arrivals hall, I spent the first few seconds waving at a complete stranger. Well, it was…

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  • Stockholm Syndrome – Top 5 things to do in the Swedish capital

    Tuesday, October 9th, 2018By Annablog, food, health, keep fit, time off0 comment
    1. Hurl oneself out of a high-rise apartment

    This being Sweden, suicide is always top of mind. Our Air bnb apartment was on the 14th floor of a Soviet style tower block that smelled of drains. Its main feature, apart from the dust and dead plant, was that it had large, fully-opening windows – without any security bars. This gave us wonderful views of the city but also the chance to kill ourselves if we…

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  • Bugger Buddha – I’ve found Jesus!

    Friday, January 15th, 2016By annablog0 comment

    In Bagan, there are 4,000 temples occupying a 26 square mile plain. Some are red brick stupas, others dazzling gold pagodas topped with gilded ‘hti’ pinnacles. How to see them all? Hop on an electric bike, that’s how. At the Ruby True Hotel – which had all the exterior glitz of a Nevada knocking shop – the ever-smiling, matronly ‘Madame’ assured us that riding one of these nippy vehicles was a piece of…

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  • The Burma Campaign 2015 – 2016

    Tuesday, January 5th, 2016By annablog0 comment

    I arrived in Yangon on Christmas Eve to be met by Seema, Ian and Tristan’s housekeeper – a small person of few words who it would appear, spends most of her life locked in a cupboard, steam ironing. She escorted me by taxi back to the boys’ house, relieved me of my dirty bag and disappeared into the cupboard for a long session with her ironing board. What a relief to be in a…

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  • The last hoorah (and a big hooray for Bangkok)

    Sunday, December 27th, 2015By annablog0 comment

    My final night in India was spent at a typical airport hotel, ie overpriced but handy although I didn’t know how handy (under a kilometre away from the airport) until I’d been ripped off by the taxi driver to the tune of 200 rupees. ‘I could have bloody walked it’, I declared to my shameless driver as he parked up outside the glamorously-named Shangri-La Lodge.

    So, after five weeks in India, I’m leaving for…

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  • The Guns of Manipur

    Monday, December 21st, 2015By annablog0 comment

    On my final two days in Meglahaya, I went on a mini safari in Kaziranga National Park, home to the world’s only group of one-horned rhinos. Alongside me on my excursion I had a Bengali couple and their teenage son from Kolkata. Mr Kolkata only had two bottom teeth and belched in my face during dinner. Master Kolkata was studying statistics at University but hadn’t got the sense he was born with. When presented…

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  • Siliguri to Shillong

    Friday, December 18th, 2015By annablog0 comment

    If it’s Thursday, it must be Siliguri, a particularly grubby city whose populace seemed to converge on one long main road fringed by a myriad of market stalls, the road itself plyed by bicycle rickshaws, auto rickshaws, buses, motorbikes, lorries – and in the middle of all that, men carrying piles of bricks on their back, school kids, and some daft bint and her limping mother, all taking their lives in their hands in…

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  • The Good, the Bad, and the Downright Rude

    Wednesday, December 9th, 2015By annablog0 comment

    I left the Dracula Hotel (dark, scary, blood on the walls) in the sleepy village of Yuksom for the slightly less sleepy village of Tashiding. I was in a shared jeep with three young girls from Sheffield. They’d spent the last year mllking cows in New Zealand and were now on a world tour in an effort to find out what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. ‘Girls’, I said….

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