The first flat Annie and I shared as newly weds had an ensuite. That fact alone makes it sound like we lived in a luxurious apartment. The reality was that every window in that flat faced west, and it was in a building whose lobby smelled of rotting food thanks to the adjacent garbage room, … Continue reading A touch of luxury →

If a man’s home is his castle, does that mean the toilet his throne? Probably not, the toilet is merely the equivalent of the Royal shitter, or wherever it is that a royal highness chooses to defecate. Irrespective of how poor this analogy is, I am nevertheless thrilled to share with you a picture of … Continue reading My throne →