England

I still hate London. Tired but con­tent at pollyanna_n’s house after a superb dinner, nice wine and yummy homemade apple crumble. I’m up way later than I need be because I star­ted read­ing all the LJ posts I’d missed out on while I waited for my...

Conversation with myself

Me: Come in, 1988. This is 2003 call­ing. Hello, 1988, can you hear me? Shit, where’s the volume con­trol on this thing? Ah, there you are. Hi, Rosanne? Me (looks up): Who are you?  Me: I’m you from the future. Me: Cool. Where are you? Does­n’t look like...

EEP!

Well, I’ve been trying to run into Heath Ledger or Matt Damon on this trip, since I know they’re in town for Broth­ers Grimm. I’ve got their pub­li­cist’s number but I’ve been told it’s a closed set. Anyhow, just ran into Rufus Sewell! Who is here to do...

Prague

So, Tabor was nice but very quiet on a Thursday. All the nifty hip hop clubs and techno places looked like they would go off on the week­end but I needed to get to Prague. I’m fas­cin­ated by the idea of the Tabor com­mune which was around from 1420 till the...

Cesky Krumlov

24/09/03 Cesky Krum­lov has been this amaz­ing inter­lude of peace­ful camaraderie. I met up with four guys, Scott from Sydney, Miles from Wel­ling­ton, Caibhan from Canada now living in London and Sam from Hamp­shire. They’re all really smart and into film and...