Unpublished In Tel-Aviv
Tales of an unpublished author a long long way from home…
Category: The City
Swimming the Good Swim…
Once a week, Baby and I go swimming. There’s a baby-mecca in the North of Tel-Aviv which holds seemingly continuous lessons in a pool about the size of a bathtub, growing from the building’s roof like a wart. It’s overheated,…
Read MoreA Nation of Wishful Thinking…
You could probably call Israel an island country. Although geographically we’re wedged at the juncture of Europe, Asia and Africa, Israel often feels more remote than New Zealand. To the West and South there’s sea; to the South-West a cold,…
Read MoreHipster Bikes Must Die!!!
Having drinks at Port Said, one of the trendier bars in my neighbourhood, I ran into some old industrial designer friends. We got talking but within a few minutes I realised I was already excluded. Usually I find this upsetting;…
Read MoreIndie Bookshop Bliss
Today, I did something I hate to do: I drove in Tel-Aviv. I’m glad I did. As is always the case, there was no parking, so I queued for a place at the parking lot which, once-upon-an-Ottoman-time, was the railway…
Read MoreWorld’s Best Streetfood!
Is in Taiwan, where the best of China and Japan do the dirty and have scrumptious little babies. But if I titled this post “World’s Second Best Street Food”, would you read it? Of course not. So, after the bait,…
Read MoreBusted!
Free babysitters in Tel-Aviv are like virgins in a Harem: if they do exist, they’re gone before you know it. So it was in desperation that, when Wife and I realised we hadn’t been out alone in a very, very…
Read MoreCamel, meet straw…
Look long, look hard people: this is what rejection looks like. £6.87 in pre-paid postage, and they photocopy the same letter so cheaply even the signature is smudged. To top it off, I’m reduced to the generic Writer. Dear Writer , but last time I checked…
Read MoreDo we got a deal?
Walking Young Dog in our area, I got flashed by a vehicle coming up behind. Being the courteous resident that I am, I pulled aside to let him past (Kerem Hataymanim doesn’t really have pavements) but as he came alongside, he rolled…
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Unpublished In Tel-Aviv 