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The trouble with working nights is that you never get to meet anyone. Oh sure there’s the usual crowd, the drunks, the kebab addicts, the troubled insomniacs and fellow vamps, but juicy young ladies, sorry I mean cultured young ladies with a healthy interest in the finer things in life (namely travel, the arts and [...]

I do not mind working nights, I am the first to admit. Sometimes — Christmas, for instance, and New Year’s Eve — it grows lonely, just me and Jamie, siting in our little Portakabin on the edge of the car park. Watching our little fuzzy blue-tinted screens and waiting for something to happen worth getting [...]

We arrived at the Cambodian border in the early hours of the morning, desperately in need of a shower after our tedious eight hour truck ride. The driver motioned for us to get off and pointed in the direction of some trucks across the border. Fortunately Hugo speaks fluent French so we were able to [...]

The Gothique Literary Society had completed a Dracula tour with a difference: a trip to Romania with all the right attitudes in place. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea,” said Max, the society’s founder and dictator, as the members enjoyed a barbecue in the Borgo Pass with Milos the coach driver rushing [...]

I’m restless this evening. Bored. Not bored enough to go out though. It’s raining outside, cold and wet. Who needs it. I have the lights out and the drapes thrown wide to let in the night. I could smell the rain, feel the dampness in the air when I woke this evening. The sound of [...]