The idea of “The Good Old Days” only covers about a decade or so at any given time. Most of human history was appalling.
I have never deliberately been to Malmö, and I don’t know anyone who has. It’s not that Malmö is a bad place, a boring place or a place I wouldn’t recommend a visit to. It’s a lovely place, but it’s hardly a holiday destination.
It’s not that I don’t ever dislike people on sight: I really do. It’s not that I don’t formulate negative views of people as I go along, getting to know them: I definitely do that too. It’s just that I tend to take the view that I don’t like people. I do not like you, or anyone else. Get over it please.
There are no little fairies coming to take that towel away, to put out the bins, or clean up that toast sweat. The fact that it is often unintentional is no consolation; it is often not even regarded as fact.
A Tuscan summer blends exhilaration and oppression in equal measure. I could walk around Lucca’s streets for days at a time, stopping only for an ice cream or a sandwich.
The reviewer hated it, but I loved it. We can’t both be right, surely?
What’s your poison? A glass of red; a snifter of port; a cheeky weekend line? A pint, a flute or a shot? Do you party every day, or are you a weekend flier? Your answers say a lot about you, you know?