A Certain Bromance- Sziget 2017 Day One

Arriving on the island on what is supposedly the first day of the actual festival (which is totally silly, by now it feels like we’ve been there forever) it dawned on me that this will be a walk down memory lane. For in the early days, more often than not, we would show up, get…

Being Almost Scottish- Sziget Day Zero

Preamble. Almost front row of the Biffy Clyro gig, girl asks boy who knows all the lines to the songs: Are you Scottish? He answers: Yes, almost Scottish! Girl: What does that mean?! Boy: I am French! Girl: So cool! Your take away being that all the differences that we grapple with in our daily…

Get The Party Started- Sziget Day Minus One

Alright, I’ll admit to my horrible little trick: I got Pink’s song title to headline the entry about the first day of Sziget (which is officially still minus one), because it’s so fitting, and then realized I hardly even feel like mentioning her concert, which might not be a pity after all, since everyone else…

On The Home Straight- Sziget Number 25 Begins Today

We simply could not keep away from the island on Tuesday either, and decided to make one last investigation before the party begins in earnest. To keep up with our spectacularly scientific methods, we went onto the other side this time, principally looking for food. Of which there was definitely more on offer, the Zing…

This Is Happening- First Report From Sziget Number 25

  Because Work of Great Import to Society energizes us and makes us happy, we went to the island on the Second Moving In Day. Well, the naming of days on Sziget is frankly becoming increasingly occult and convoluted, so perhaps we should stick to calling it Monday. But the important thing is that we…

Eastern Promises: Onuka @ A38

Confession time. There are certain things, considered perhaps unfashionable, or unorthodox, or both, by the mainstream, that I unashamedly love. Eurovision, for one. And besides my general affection for this campest of European traditions, I profess a particular fondness for the cooky- ethnic period which began with Sertab Erener’s winner for Turkey in 2003 and…

The Book Diary- July Edition

As promised at the end of the May edition of the book diary, I’ll start this one with Nick Thorpe’s The Danube, a good bit of which I very stylishly read right by the river itself, on the beachy part (just realized what a horrible Hunglish pun this is) of Fellini Kultúrbisztró. Tapping into one…

Two Days Disturbing Cats in Nicosia

Since our stay in Cyprus was short but sweet, we did not get the chance to fully delve into its intricacies, of which there are many, particularly so if you take into account its size. It is however the third largest island in the Mediterranean (after Sicily and Sardinia, if you insist to know) and…

Dark Beautiful Things: Cigarettes After Sex@A38

I might have mentioned it a couple of times already, but I honestly cannot fathom which concerts will sell out these days in Budapest, and why. (Apparently the Despacito person’s gig will sell out any time now, in his case I could confidently cover the which part, but will forever stay confused over the why.)…