Other people’s lives
The Capital with the Eye of an Expat
There is a growing discontent in the air in Budapest. Something that goes beyond the normal level of human complaint. What I’m hearing now is more systemic, more worrying. A[…]
There is a growing discontent in the air in Budapest. Something that goes beyond the normal level of human complaint. What I’m hearing now is more systemic, more worrying. A[…]
Social media has been agog lately with video footage of a homeless Spanish guy who was given a make-over by an upmarket salon in Palma celebrating its third anniversary in[…]
What started off in March 2006 as a bunch of people with a shared affinity for Ireland and being Irish getting together for dinner has morphed into a three-day event.[…]
The village of Tarnabod sits 113 kilometres east of Budapest. A shadow of its former self, today success and plenty are but a memory. Like other villages in rural Hungary,[…]
For me, wine falls in to the same category as music and art: I know what I like and what I don’t like. I have friends who delight in wine,[…]
I’m easily confused. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to regular readers or anyone who knows me. But in my defence, I try hard to replace that confusion with a[…]
Walking through the city in late October, I spotted my first Christmas tree. I tried to block it out, to pretend it wasn’t there. But the minute November arrived, there[…]
I love a good sing-song. Be it on the back of a bus or in the bowels of a bar after hours, there’s something about trotting out the ballads that[…]
Back in 2008 at a conference in Budapest I discovered Thinkers50, a biannual global ranking of management thinkers billed as “the essential guide to which thinkers and which ideas matter[…]
I grew up in Kildare, an Irish county known for its thoroughbreds. With its stud farms and racecourses, it’s a mecca for anyone interested in National Hunt or flat racing.[…]