Glasgow to Geneva

30th June 2011. I was a day old graduate, you a week older. We were big and proud, bigger and prouder, biggest and proudest we had ever been. We spent the whole of June trying to live the month as one long day, turning mornings into nights and nights into mornings, half-heartedly climaxing into an…

The Greek adventure…where do I begin?

It was like being suspended in a 5 day long, feta-induced #foodcoma. The literary reference has little to do with my obsession with all things food. Or my need to write elaborately and flamboyantly about anything and everything. The Santorini experience truly was a kaleidoscope of gastronomic delights. Am I committing blasphemy glorifying the Greek…