July 2006
(27th July 2006)
A thought upon awaking at 6.30 am in the Four Seasons, apart from 'nice view, but it's raining,' and 'what was my brother doing in my dream with all that marmalade and margarine?' was a memory. I was living in Philadelphia. I lived in West Philly near the University, which at the time was the place where the university made sure you were scared of ...
(26th July 2006)
I have been berated for leaving my journal stuck in London while I am not. That's because, though the delights of Air India do extend to the orange couches and three TV sets - all playing different channels, loudly, at the same time - of Bombay Airport's Celebrations Lounge, they do not extend to wireless or any form of internet access. It has taken me ...
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(22nd July 2006)
A pre-trip test blog: I ended up inadvertently in the stop the war/peace/hands off lebanon march through London, which was passing in front of Waterstones where I was buying books on China for my trip to Hong Kong on Monday. I watched it pass, and listened to an excitable American saying on her phone that there were a million people and they were all blaming ...
(13th July 2006)
The room has that air of little expectancy and resignation familiar to any retirement home. On a screen, the tail-end of a documentary about marine life is still showing. Through the windows, there are perfect green lawns; a golf cart; a US flag. Inside, the elderly audience – ladies and gentlemen, their hair white and their clothes dapper – are waiting quietly for what is ...