RUNNING WITH THE BULLS IN PAMPLONA – At someone's nod, I forget whose, we neck our coffees, bin the styrofoam and move as one, picking our way through a whooping, unsteady crowd. We clamber through a barricade intended to keep the underage, the improperly dressed and the obviously wasted off the streets, where the mood is markedly less festive.
BENRIACH DISTILLERY – Writing about booze is a gig that pays twice – in freebies and cash – but the hard stuff can be a ruinous thing to put words to. It can visit infirmities on its scribes that are more disabling than the shakes and slurred speech
FEAR AND LOATHING ON THE KENTUCKY BOURBON TRAIL – I was in a diner, somewhere close to the childhood home of Hunter S Thompson, when my hangover began to take hold.
HORSE-TREKKING WITH THE SVANS IN THE UPPER SVANETI – “Stop trying to lead him. I don’t care if you’ve ridden before. He knows the way – you don’t. If you think you know better, why don’t you carry him?”
THE CONIFA CUP, ABKHAZIA AND NORTHERN MACEDONIA – With barely two minutes of normal time on the clock, a funereal hush had fallen on the stadium. The team with home advantage were a goal behind, and their supporters had all but abandoned hope of them drawing level.
A SMITHFIELD PUB CRAWL – St John Street, Finsbury, 5am. Not first light. Maybe third. The crack of dawn, plus some thigh and midriff. It’s not unlike me to be awake at this time, but it’s rare for me to have been to bed first.
BIG WEEKEND: GENOA – What do you want from an Italian city break? Culture, history, good looks, great food, maybe some sun if it’s in the mood? Well, Genoa has all of those things. But it’s also missing the thing no one wants: crowds. It’s the work of art you don’t have to queue to see.
OPERA, LONDON – Il Trittico (Royal Opera House, 2011); Don Giovanni (Royal Opera House, 2012); A Magic Flute (Barbican, 2011); Elegy for Young Lovers (Young Vic, 2010)
