A year after the referendum

Three years ago, I was living in sunny Vienna. As I grow older, my memories of times and places merge into a sense of feeling. These memories feel deeply personal and yet, oddly detached. When I think of Vienna, I remember the incessant summer heat and numerous nightclubs, severe depression and waking up at 3pm …

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Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?

This was written on Tuesday the 19th of August. I'm currently (and luckily) on a bus from Zagreb in Croatia to Vienna and all I keep thinking is: I miss British queuing skills. The UK is the best place if ever you want to queue. It's polite, well-organised, and we always form a neat line …

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