These will probably be the last of my Poland pictures that I’ll post. And they’re not really pictures of Poland.
I’m really bad at taking pictures of people. In my opinion it’s one of the areas where I’m weakest with a camera. So I’ve been trying to take more pictures of people over [...]

In Glasgow we call them “neds”. Every city has neds, even if it’s by another name. They wear sportswear but get all their sport on TV. They hang around on street corners and look bored out their minds. If they’re old enough to drive then they think cars are cooler if [...]

This is going to be an entirely self-congratulatory, smug, self-satisfied, gloating, egotistical entry. With very little reason. If you stop reading here and quietly edge out of the room I promise to not be offended.

I got my 6-monthly royalty statement from the publisher today. And for the first time ever I have [...]

I have a friend whose mom (she’s American and therefore not a “mum”) is originally from Poland. Mom told me that if possible I should get down to the Market Square to hear the trumpeter.
The trumpeter has a long tradition. On the Rynek Główny (Market Square) stands St Mary’s church with two tall [...]

The rest of them there pinhole pictures…

A brief respite from Poland. Nekochef won’t like these .
When I’m doing work for the Bodhi Trust (eco-village charity for whom I’m doing some computing stuff) I have to cycle down to the aluminium-coated science centre and IMAX theatre, across the Clyde on the Bells Bridge and by the SECC (Scottish Exhibition and [...]

Lucie, my yoga pal whom I was visiting in Krakow, is an artist; she’s in Poland doing various artwork installations. Whilst I was there she was installing a piece in a first-floor bar (or a second-floor bar if you’re following along in the USA!) on ulice Florianska – one of the ancient streets in [...]

Yeah, I like walls. Do you have a problem with that?

“Let’s build with limestone today.”“No! I want to use brick.”

Oświęcim is a fair sized industrial town about 90 minutes bus ride out from Krakow. Lucie and I both wanted to go visit the museum there. It’s better known by its German name, Auschwitz.
I was expecting it to be an emotionally difficult day, but hadn’t quite anticipated just how moved we would be. [...]

If you’re going to name your chain of shoe shops in a foreign language, do consider having a native speaker check it over first.

Edit: So it’s nothing to do with Polish marketing and everything to do with my ignorance of well-known American companies. But I still think it’s a dreadful name for a shoe [...]