Nobody Does It Better (chicken mole)

Listen, just accept now that this post is going to be a stream of consciousness. For some reason, I’ve taken to using song titles for a lot of my post titles. Because of today’s recipe, I’ve got spies on the mind. Nobody Does It Better is a favourite James Bond theme song of mine. This…

Salmon and spinach curry

London calling, yes, I was there too. I was probably just visiting though, because I’ve never actually lived there. Nevertheless, London calls as much as Cork or Brussels, especially now that I have an honorary nephew in one borough and a brand-new honorary niece in another borough. Not to mention cousins scattered around the city…

P is for Podcasts

The featured image is my baby, my iPod nano. I’ve had it since around 2012 (about 500 years in electronic equipment-years), it has a nifty little clip at the back and is no longer available. For this reason, I stick to Apple Podcasts/iTunes. If I didn’t have the iPod, I would use Overcast on iOS…

Stop, Look, Listen

Warning: this post has been a long time coming. I’m going full nerd. It’s been a while.  Although it seems that the world has moved on since Queen wrote Radio Ga Ga, a little digging revealed that the song was actually written as a critique of radio stations. Television was taking over and more people…

Whistle While You Work

In case you haven’t checked the calendar…it’s still January. February is peeking shyly around the corner, but January continues to hang around like a bad smell. No, actually January is like that scene in bad romantic films, where the guy walks the girl to her door and they have that awkward “Sooooo…this is me” conversation….

On queuing

I have a terrible memory for faces, even those of close friends and family. I’ve got the receipts. But I will never forget the face of a person who skips a queue. That face is burned into my brain folds for all time. This “healthy” respect for a line of people planning to avail of…

Wake me up before you Baogo

(Yes, I know the title is cheesy. No, I don’t want to change it.) In the centre of Brussels, there is a street called Rue Grétry. It is around the corner from the insanity of Delirium Village and attached at one end to Rue des Bouchers, where waiters lurk outside, yelling at potential customers and…

Smooth Criminal

For someone who tries to avoid interactions with authorities, I’ve spent too much time in police stations lately. All credit goes to the absolute dirtbag who broke into the Portuguese holiday villa we were staying in two weeks ago, ahead of my cousin’s wedding. While the family slumbered, he trotted around the house with all…

Rodin and Brussels

Here’s a little distraction from bad health (mine and the world’s): a bit of art history for your Monday. Last week, I was mooching around Paris waiting for my fellow travellers to arrive. Although it was minus 5 degrees, the sun was shining, I had many layers on and an hour to kill, so I…

Happy Birthday Mom

A tweet from Hillary Clinton’s account appeared on my timeline yesterday. She spoke about her mother, who told her that “No-one gets through life alone”. Like everyone else in.the.world., I was looking forward to the end of this election campaign. Today, 9 November, was supposed to be a big day for women, but while we…

Winter is coming?

I just took this photo. It’s 1 November. Christmas is only around the corner and I needed sunglasses on my walk to work. What work, you ask? Sylvia McCarthy, painter/decorator, at your service. I’m doing a big apartment renovation before renting. Prospective renters, the photo above is taken from the balcony. Prime real-estate and only…

The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…