Today I’m going to go shoot a vintage rifle. It’s a beautiful old thing with a deep mahogany coloured wooden stock. It reminds me of the one in the pictures of Bonnie pointing it at Clyde i’ve seen over in Dallas. Continue reading “Bonnie and Clyde”
Today it’s misty meaning droplets of water are blowing in from the ocean. It’s not really raining, because it doesn’t, but everywhere the streets are wet. Continue reading “High on a hill”
I’ve heard good things about The French Market Cafe (cheers Guardian!) so I head up there this morning for breakfast. It’s at the very top end of Abbot Kinney and a good 40 minute walk past all the beautiful houses here in Venice. Continue reading “A long walk on a short pier”
Today it’s raining in South Florida. Not just raining though, a torrential downpour which has laid waste to my plans for more sunbathing time. This is rather sad as I really was hoping to even out that giraffe tan I’ve acquired on my feet before I leave, but c’est la vie. Continue reading “And then the rains came…”
“I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers”. Those famous lines delivered by Blanche DuBois at the end of Tennessee Williams’ play A Street Car Named Desire. Although not remotely within the same context, (Seeing as I’m not being carted off to the looney bin) I am somewhat reminded of this sentiment during my stay here in NYC. Continue reading “The kindness of strangers”
I like death. Unusual for someone who spends an inordinate amount of time panicking that their own is imminently arriving (no that’s not a blood clot Aimée-it’s just cellulite), but I enjoy learning how death is experienced within different cultures, religions, philosophical standpoints, and throughout history. Continue reading “A walk amongst the tombstones”
Yes ladies and gents it’s breakfast. The art of refuelling and powering your body to make it through whatever various schemes you have plotted for the next 5-8 hours. Usually a meal I skip during the working week at home; but possibly one of my favourite meals to eat out. Indeed, when it comes to breakfast I’m all about the eggs (no scramble). Continue reading “The joy of eggs…”
I decided to start this blog to capture the varying degrees of idiotic musings passing through my mind on a daily basis, as well as those shenanigans and sticky situations I manage to land myself in. As I will be in America for 8 weeks touring the country I have no doubt that many of these are likely to occur and will be shamelessly documented in this blog. So, check this space to keep tabs on the weird and wonderful and potentially boring goings-on of Aimée. Or don’t. It’s probably rubbish and Eastenders is on anyway.
Enjoy!
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