Darragh McManus’ guide to travel guides works for ex-pat blogs as well. Kalebeul is clearly a coffee table whopper, but I wouldn’t dare suggest categories for Colin Davies, Charles Butler, Tom Clarke, Lenox, Graeme, or the rest of you.
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The other day in the London City out of scientific interest I ate from a hipster stall a portion of /pʌɪˈɛlə/.
Well I like to think that I’m more ethnically sensitive than you but I’m probably far more bumbling memoir.
Gin-soaked wafters, all of them.
Most of my comments at the moment contain the phrase “girl having sex with a dog” and lots of links, so good to hear from you, Mr Kerr.
Do they come with the Humane Society disclaimer?
You can call me Juan, btw.
I’ve got to admit that in my darker moments I’ve tended to ethnink of you more as a Joan. I used to know someone whose initials were BTW. An annoying man.
Joan Kerra. There’s a border town named after one of my ancestors.
Junker is a German caste distinction, not a name or a place.
Actually, it’s a category of automobile. But who am I to argue with local legend?