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  • Sleeping with insects

    Monday, November 19th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    A few weeks ago, at about 4am, something landed on my head. It was lighter than a hamster but heavier than a sequin. Still half asleep, I batted if off and returned to my dream where I was making chelsea buns with Kevin Costner in the celebrity version of the Great British Bake Off.  In the morning, I found a small green stick on my pillow that on closer inspection, looked suspiciously like the…

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  • My hell in a sweat lodge

    Wednesday, September 12th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    On the final day of my Icelandic sojourn, the girls suggested we go to  a sweat lodge. Now this is not a particularly Icelandic pursuit but in the spirit of doing everything once, apart from incest and drinking your own wee, I agreed to take part. The sweat lodge was located in the back garden of a ramshackle bungalow, down a cinder path just off highway number 1 on the outskirts of Reykjavik. On…

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  • Fish heads and shredded feet

    Thursday, September 6th, 2012By annablog5 comments

    After Akureyri, we caught a boat to the small island of Hrisey. Think Hitchcock’s The Birds but without the pecking – although there were a few irritable ptarmigans owing to my rambling off-piste into their nesting area. Things to do on the island (population 120): admire the herring drying racks, go on a tractor ride with a fisherman called Ragnr, get all steamed up in a hot tub then lose your footing and roll over…

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  • Russell Crowe likes yoghurt. Shock news.

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Russell Crowe is currently in Iceland filming Noah and his Ark – the movie. Apparently, when not escorting zoo animals up and down the fjords, Russell likes cycling around town with his beard and eating Skyr yoghurt. He has not punched anyone so far. This was the shock news that hit me when I landed at Keflavik airport last weekend. It seems Reykjavik can’t get enough of bad boy Russell; in fact, they’d even…

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  • Pants on fire

    Tuesday, July 31st, 2012By annablog0 comment

    After the tear-jerking and pant-wetting that was the opening ceremony I popped down to Horse Guards for some beach ball action. Top tip: do not put your dirty knickers in your mini manicure bag because a small soldier with pimples will want to examine them in case they contain a bomb. I have never had a bomb in my pants but I guess I could have hurtled down the grandstand onto the court and…

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  • Blisters, Beethoven and Barenboim

    Monday, July 30th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    I do love a Prom and last week it was Daniel Barenboim’s turn to wow me with the fabulously-titled West-Eastern Divan Orchestra. Ooh, thought I, men in silky turbans casually strumming their instruments while lying down and quite possibly smoking opium. Instead, it was banging Beethoven and everyone was suited and booted. Meanwhile, in the second tier, box number 50, I sat with two poofs and an insipid French man who frowned when I…

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  • Torchure – flames in the rain

    Tuesday, July 17th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Yesterday, I went to greet the Olympic torch as it arrived at Brighton’s cricket ground. Note to self: do not wear skinny jeans in raging precipitation while peddling a sit up and beg; chafing will ensue. I’d taken a detour to drop an old, ravaged bra into the bra bank (someone in Africa is itching to get their brown baps into my balconnette, I’m sure) on the Level which meant, by the time I…

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  • Jazz, wheels and bumps-a-daisy

    Monday, June 25th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    I got stuck in the London to Brighton bike ride last weekend. I had a car load of design gurus making a pilgrimage to some Arts and Craftsy, National Trust pile just south of East Grinstead, quite close to where I’d once spotted Tom Cruise filling up at the Texaco garage and then been invited to an orgy by a farmer called David. You couldn’t make it up. Anyway, back in the car, one…

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