Originally posted on Dutch Babylon:
I was 14 when I asked my father if I could take a cycling proficiency test, he told me that it was better that I was never on the road. His answer was a resounding ‘no’. I think that he is largely to blame for the events that occurred. The…

General Waste. Nothing to see here.

Now that I write this blog, some of my friends ask me if and when I will write about them. I try to not write about my friends – I actually don’t need to because the ridiculous and ludicrous usually finds me, so I don’t need to draw inspiration from my friends. Until now. Sometimes … Continue reading

2011 – a cruel mistress.

As I sit in my spare room typing on the eve of 2012, it feels natural to reflect on the past events of 2011. Resolutions are something I try to avoid as my will power is as weak as George Best’s was in a boozer, but for 2012, following a year of highs, lows and … Continue reading

I don’t hate you, just your ideas.

I am often asked (okay, my mum asked once) how the working environment over here differs to that in the UK. Well, it’s different, that’s for sure. I remember my first day in the office and the first encounter that I had with my boss. He came over to me, shook my hand firmly and … Continue reading

Cupid – your creepy neighbour.

I recently tried to play Cupid to a friend of mine, but of course this venture ended in a terrible situation. The Dutch gentleman in question – the one catching my friend’s eye – just so happened to be my new neighbour. I haven’t really had so much luck with neighbours in the past and … Continue reading

We work in fashion darlings!

This morning I met with some girlfriends for some breakfast –or let’s say ‘brunch’, MUCH more European and continental and, after all, I am on the continent now. As a trio of girls, we did nothing to dispel the stereotype as we sat there, drinking milky coffees, talking about people we know and discussing our … Continue reading