Monthly Archives: June 2013

Tomorrow being Canada Day, the first of July, means today is the end of June and in my head, the middle of the year. How did that happen? How comes it that we’ve passed the solstice and it’s still a … Continue reading →

Beneath a grey wet blanket dripping polite spheres of rain I had myself a little spend today. Mannheim has a great shopping area in which to procure some shoes (damnit, the ones I bought before leaving home were too tight … Continue reading →

After a 20-minute drive under a pale grey sky to the König Pilsener Arena, and upon the Winning Team’s grand entrance, our truck, Number Six, opened its doors and the magic ponies trotted gaily skyward on arcs of butterfly dust, … Continue reading →

It was a cool, grey, wet morning in Antwerp when a van-man met us outside our hotel. The short drive to Sportpaleis was uneventful and apart from taking pictures of our truck pack, so was the load in; or so … Continue reading →

Some five hours after getting into bed, I was woken suddenly by a crack of thunder. Even with the zombie apocalypse shutters down, the fork lighting still managed to push through the machined perforations and illuminate my room; I certainly … Continue reading →

The drive to Bercy this morning took a while — the whole of The Winning Team assembled in the shadows of the suburban neighbourhood for a whole 40 minutes before realising our scheduled 9am departure had somehow been swallowed up … Continue reading →

I awoke to a grey day, the greyest yet, dark in fact. It was neither a trick of time, nor a forgotten shutter; even with the ‘zombie apocalypse shield’* opened to its limit, my room was still a dismal den … Continue reading →