A thought. The tickets. Alexandra Palace. The queue. Ghostly blue hall. Roomy space. MNEK. White tights. Break. Incredible pile of curly ginger hair aka Jess Glynne Right Here to Hold My Hand. Break. Everybody is getting closer to each other and closer to the stage. Bigger stage, more instruments, more
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The most amazing evening of hand clapping and footwork. Spain's National Ballet brought flamenco to Sadler’s Wells: singing, dancing and guitars. Unreserved, loud and in superb tempo. With ordinary Spaniards one meets, I've almost forgotten the cliché of them shown to us at schools, but it was right there
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Siandien vidury nakties pabudau viena koja iskisus ant kilimo, o ranka isitverus naktinio stalelio. Roges stapdziau kiek tik galejau, kad tamsoj nuo slaito nenulekciau, o po kokiu 5 minuciu uz rankos jau traukiau Edgara, kad jis i savaja susapnuota praraja nenulektu slidem. Visa savaite tikrovej (ir salia) ciuozem Ischgl. Edgaras
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Charlotte Street. Not-too-obvious red sign of a different eatery. Very simple shop front. Trendy crowd inside is munching on hot dogs and champagne flutes are everywhere. Not for us. Not tonight. We are going further in. Slightly secret. More refined. Special. Kitchen Table London. To eat and to watch. To
Read MoreKucios ir Nauji siemet Lietuvoj: aguonpienis, kisielius ir silke tradiciskai, o po to - laba diena su saltiena. Kosminiu greiciu dienos ejo. Vis kitur ir kitur: ivykiai, naujienos, matyti veidai naujai ir nauji zmones siltai. Naujiena numeris 1 - Gitanos ir Egidijaus pilvas, o pirma naujausiu metu diena, isnires is
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The best windows this year must be at Tiffany's Covent Garden has a brand new Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer The Southbank beats the rest with the most interesting Christmas tree Shard's claim to become (?) the tallest Christmas tree Otherwise same old, same old.
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Jau seniai neturejau savo spalvojimo knygos ir niekada neturejau tokiu geru piestuku. Daugiau lietaus ir ilgesniu vakaru!
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Keltis taip anksti, kad saves truputi gaila. Per tamsu, per mazai miego, per viduri sapno. Miestas tuscias ir iveikiamas per pusvalandi. O paskui laukai: pradzia jau matyta, o nuo Exeter - vietos visai naujos. Iki pietu Devon'o 5 valandos. Burgh Island (Agatha Christie and Puaro for fans). Avon upes delta.
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People remain unknown to each other. Do you give up when your work has no obvious results, when those you address do not hear/see/care? There is no common ground for anyone, there are no two persons that see something the same way.
Read Moretorn by Alex Chinneck presumably saved by Rudolf-the-Rednnosed- Reindeer (to be confirmed)
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