Jack Scott's Blog, page 49

Something Nasty in the Air

The good people at Displaced Nation asked me to join a motley crew of expats, repats, and otherwise displaced types to discuss Brexit and the presidential carry-ons on the far side of the pond. Gawd knows they asked me but I chucked my two-penneth in anyway. Obviously, it was a virtual panel. We didn’t actually […]

Jack and Liam Move to Norwich

Jack and Liam took up pole position outside a coffee shop to sup their lattes and people watch. The passing footfall was a bumper crop. A warm summer’s afternoon had delivered coaches of North Folk and charabancs of tourists to Norwich’s cobbled streets.

Park Life

Right now the view is Autumn grim with a fat blanket of low grey cloud as far as the eye can see. What better way to recall the hazy days of August than with a few snaps of our trip to Eaton Park?

Answers on a Postcard

To lose two appliances at once looks like carelessness, to misquote the marvellous Oscar Wilde.

See the Tree, How Big it’s Grown

When Liam and I first pitched our yurt in Anatolia, we bought an olive sapling in John’s memory and put it in a patio pot. It did remarkably well and bore fruit in the first year – a lean harvest but a harvest nonetheless. After we decided to wade back to Blighty, I asked Annie […]

Perking the Pansies

Our hobbling tour of Bodrum was something of a boozy whirlwind and confirmed I can’t do multiple piss-ups anymore. It was season’s end with flight prices to match, but the interminable limp through Stansted was a brutalising experience when compared to our little local airport. Working to a slum-it budget, we bagged ourselves a hotel in Bodrum […]

Back to Bodrum

Picture it, May 2012, a stone cottage in the centre of old Bodrum Town. With the house cleared and our bags packed, a young lady popped by to say farewell and to make a confession.

Warts and Wisdom

I had a lumpy growth on my ankle. It looked exactly like the ‘wisdom’ wart I had on my head a few years ago. Clearly I’m getting wiser as I get wider. And I had the wisdom to have the ugly bugger sliced off.

More Postcards from Gran Canaria

Following last week's delivery, here's the second batch of postcards to land on the mat.

Postcards from Gran Canaria

Gran Canaria was just what the doctor ordered. We bonked, drank, slept, drank, ate, drank, swam, drank. You get the picture. We also giggled more than we’d done in ages – at ourselves and at those around us. Here are the postcards never sent.