What I know about tennis can be written on a Metro card. Yes, I know those are not only small, but also plastic and that one can’t really write anything on them at all. Which proves my point. Nonetheless, for the time being I reside only blocks away from the New York stadium where US…
– So, you will soon be leaving our offices, huh? Like, “Sayonara, suckers”? (Ha-ha!) – (He-he!) Not quite, Sir. As I will return to all the suck … uhm, all of you, in six months. – Naturally. Well, keep in touch, will you? Don’t be a stranger. – Thank you, Sir. And I won’t. Or…
One of the nicest compliments a woman can receive today is when somebody tells her that she has balls. Go figure. Darwin was right, we slowly adapt to what our surroundings demand of us, and so quite a lot of today’s women are tough cookies. Equally receiving and returning jabs and uppercuts instead of holding…
Every now and then, some of us long for a release from the strain, confusion and anxieties of the modern urban life. On those occasions, I would like to recommend the Norwegian mountains to sooth the soul and lighten the spirit. Here you’ll find Mother Nature at her most grand, with jagged cliffs, wide open…
Waking up this morning, I see her lying there. Stretched out. Limp. A study of perfect relaxation of all muscles. A handsome little dog, terrier breed, in a confused fur mix of brownish shades. The fan is stirring slowly with a soft hum, passing the bedroom air in diffusion through the light curtains. The radio…
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