It envelopes you again - that delicious, at times slightly dizzying, yet oh-so-familiar feeling. Call it what you will. Itchy feet. Cabin fever. Travel mania. Out of the many references, the one which resonates as the most romantic term is probably wanderlust, so let us settle on this. Many are the destinations I have often... Continue Reading →
The instantly recognisable colours of Italy Due in no small part to its perfectly strategic location in the centre of the Mediterranean sea, Malta has, over the ages, been occupied by very many different cultures through the ages, from the Phoenicians and Romans to the Arabs, Normans, a mixture of different European nationalities from the... Continue Reading →
The sort of poison that different people settle on in order to enhance a social gathering usually indicates something of interest about the individuals in question. For instance, a fondness for gins with their variety of sophisticated flavourings and accompanying choice mixers points towards an appreciation for trends together with a capacity for drinks with... Continue Reading →
....to hit our funny bone. With apologies to Stephen King, particularly as this post relates to fodder that is far from ominous, I shall begin my first foray into reviewing the return to a comedic series. More specifically, I will, here, be concentrating on a series of YouTube videos that provide a commentary of the... Continue Reading →
For a tiny country composed of a series of wind-swept islands located strategically in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, visitors are very important. Lacking in natural resources but piquing the interests of those who seek to find out more, Malta has always lured a certain number of travellers from shores near and far. Notwithstanding... Continue Reading →
January is usually a much-maligned month, coming soon after the forced jollity of yuletide as it does. Most people complain of dented bank accounts, not knowing what to do with themselves, the dread of returning to work after the exuberance of the festive season - whether simply implied or actually felt - and the typically... Continue Reading →
Books have always played an inescapable part of the multicoloured tapestry that is my life. From the moment I could read more than a few simple lines, I read books about anthropomorphic mice and bears, books in Italian about Bambi's journey to adulthood, books about charmed trees conveying children to distant lands and books about groups of children foiling the dastardly plans of would-be villains or hatching secret plans for yet more adventures.
If you are moved by a constant curiosity about thoughts which have been set to paper, there is nothing that will interest you more than seeking out varied writings, especially those by up-and-coming poets, short story or tale writers and novelists. One such example is Aedyn Jak, whose latest work I am reviewing in this post.
I could, perhaps, be termed as a frustrated traveller, in the sense that I have been to a decent number of places, and have a reasonable sense of adventure to pursue journeys to locations far and wide, though I can't see myself sleeping outdoors in the jungle, or spending time in places where I am too uncomfortably close to certain creatures in their natural habitat.