a dancing star!

To begin …
Right, here are some of my death-wishes. Dress code: bermudas and Ts, in this season’s colours, of course. Free drinks all round. No beer, though, only outstanding wine and classy Scotch. Readings from some mildly erotic French 17th/18th century writer. In French, of course.
Some songs by Alex Chilton; better yet, Big Star’s 3rd [...]

Fleeing a psychotic French bitch-of-a-mother and a middle-aged paedophile, I claim refugee status on Legian beach. Breaking habits is infinitely more difficult than breaking waves, so it is with much excitement that I announce another, preferred kind of surfing, one that necessitates sand, sea and sun, those elements that the other kind of surfing deprives [...]

The cosy hills of Ubud are foresaken for the grime and infestation of Sanur. Two nights at a “home-stay” cost twenty dollars, the equivalent of a shot of Macallan at Post Bar in Singapore. Sure, for that price you have to combat pesky mosquitoes for ownership of your room - a task made difficult as [...]

When all else fails, there is always the edge of time, a place also called “the morning of the world”. The originary thaumaturgical topography of the inland Balinese have remained constant because of development. Pause before you fall in love: in the aftermath of the unsuccessful coup d’état, hundreds of thousands of people were killed [...]