I find being in the city very stressful. Shop assistants seem to fall into one of two camps: those who are extremely helpful and lovely,
Walking out of a ruin pub in Hungary somewhere approaching midnight is not particularly noteworthy. But walking out of a ruin pub and across the
It’s difficult these days to know who is right. Whose truth is THE truth? Is there even one truth any more? Was there ever?
I did a double-take when I read my friend Takács Györgyi‘s post on Facebook saying she was now offering Access Bars sessions from somewhere on
I’ve been known to use the word surreal when I’m describing some of what passes for politics in Hungary to people who’ve never been here.
Boss is an avid puzzler. He spends a chunk of his day, every day, doing crosswords and puzzles. The crosswords I get; the puzzles I’m
A few years back, when I first came across Roddy Doyle’s Two Pints, I gave a copy to two Irish lads in Budapest thinking that
It was 2006. Rhonda Byrne’s book The Secret had everyone dreaming the impossible dream. I read it, too. Just to see what the hype was
Heading back from a party in Tát on Sunday, we took the long way home to stop by Zalacsány and the Örvényeshegy piknik. Billed as
I’m not a great one for wine-tastings. I have a thing about pretentiousness. I don’t trust the lingo. Talking of balance and body and finish