Monthly Archives: August 2011

A boozy goodbye to Britannia

Here I am, on my way to Stansted Airport, that little bit of Ireland in England.  I smell mildly of stale beer. I smell rather strongly of sweat, both stale and fresh. And I smell very strongly of the chemical-laden … Continue reading

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Connor’s English Residence

When I go abroad to teach CELTA courses, I generally get a flat to myself, as you’ll remember from my Strasbourg and Ljubljana posts. Not so in Cambridge. Finding English language teacher trainers isn’t as hard in England as it … Continue reading

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Socks, London, Crown Jewels, Insults, Thighs and Cookies

When I starting writing this post, last Thursday night, I was lying in bed, wearing socks. I wouldn’t usually wear socks to bed, but I did that night. Not because I was cold. I wasn’t. It’s because my thighs weren’t … Continue reading

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A short post about signs in England

When I was teaching English in Dublin, students frequently asked me about all the “Ramps” signs they saw. There is one at the entrance of pretty much every housing estate in Dublin. When I explained to one French woman, she … Continue reading

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Actual Bootcamp

I began writing this while waiting. Waiting for bootcamp to start. For my four-week stint in Cambridge, I’m going to an exercise bootcamp on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It starts an hour and a half after I finish work, but … Continue reading

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Land of Hope and Glory

England has long been a land of my fantasies. It was the original Narnia. It was where the sixties first swung. The sun never set on its empire. It is the only country in the world where a height can … Continue reading

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The Au Revoirs

Jennifer Lopez claimed that her love “don’t cost a thing”. A hug from a strange man at a Strasbourg tram stop however, costs €2.  Last Thursday, I was at a tram stop waiting to go home from work with two … Continue reading

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