The Barbary Next Door

The Barbary Next Door

If you can’t get into the Barbary, why not try next door? At least that is the tag line I think they were trying to come up with for the shop next door.  Formerly Jacob the Angel (may it RIP), it is now not quite 

Yurt Cafe

Yurt Cafe

Sometimes, I idly wonder what it would be like to be a nomad, living in a yurt. To be constantly on the move.  Having a camel/horse/other smelly mode of transport.  Sleeping in a different place every night. Then I remember what backpacking around Europe during 

Fabrique

Fabrique

Anticipation breeds expectation. Expectation leads to hope. Hope (in my case) often ends up being unrequited. In the days leading up to a loosening in dining restrictions, I could hardly contain my excitement.  Seems like half of London couldn’t either.  See below crowd.  This was 

Association coffee

Association coffee

Company, group, amalgamation, commune, association. You find lots of the above in the city of London.  To clarify, what I am referring to here are the various corporate vehicles required to help make a (captalist) living.  Not group options for alternative living, those generally do 

Sambal Shiok

Sambal Shiok

As memory fades, I tend to repeat the same mistakes again and again.  In an even more worrying sign of my decrepitude, I seem to blank out pain.  Either that, or I am drawn too easily towards fiery heat.  This masochistic tendency often ends up