Sitting in a chair from Sweden, wearing an American college sweatshirt and resting my Chinese slippers on the Turkish rug, I drank my beer from Belgium and nibbled on Japanese rice crackers. MTV was buzzing out INXS in the background whilst I read another chapter of ‘The Long Walk To Freedom’.
Having toyed earlier with the idea of a fishing trip to Norway, I turned my thoughts to the matter of tomorrow’s dinner… Will I cook Italian, Mexican or should we go out for an Indian? How freaking cosmopolitan is that?
Pity world peace and harmony doesn’t come together so easily! 😦