A night in a jazz club in Rome, Italy 

There’s a sort of electricity in the air. A sense of anticipation. Something is due to happen. That’s the feeling I got when I first walked into Gregory’s – a darkly lit jazz club hidden away down a thin road between the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps in Rome, Italy. Dominating the room is…

Uncovering the great beauty in our back gardens 

Amid a fairly hefty amount of ocean-crossing travel of late, it’d be easy to let the beauty of more familiar home surroundings be overlooked.  There’s plenty of wonder to be had all around us with no admission charges or airport queues. This became especially apparent on a quick visit to my parents’ house. They have…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part three)

Touching down in Paris, I meet the film crew again (who were on the same flight). I’m presented with a little gift of Underberg which is a “digestif bitters” alcoholic drink that some use for digestion while others sip it as a boozy treat. It’s a secret recipe made from herbs sourced from over 40…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part two)

The next morning, I met up with the three man film crew who I was to spend the next three days with here in Oslo and then Paris. Much to my relief, their command of the English language was expertly. It was to a level that they made sarcastic jokes in English with pitch perfect…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part one)

So, it’s Thursday. One of those nondescript middle days of the week. I’m at work. I don’t remember the exacts of the conversation but it went something like this: “Dave, something’s come up. Would you mind going to Oslo and Paris next week? Oslo – Monday, Tuesday; Paris – Wednesday, Thursday. Sorry it’s a bit…