Dear Britons, Her Majesty and Her Royal immigrants.

A British guy walks into a bar. He sits down and orders a coffee. The Polish waitress returns with his flat white and a polite smile. 'What are you smiling about,' says the British guy, 'You're leaving soon anyway.' His mistress seems quite entertained by his answer as their laughter immediately erases poor Agnieszka's smile. … Continue reading Dear Britons, Her Majesty and Her Royal immigrants.

I’m not a snob. I’m just 30.

I wrote this post and then read it again. I read it a few times and I'm still not really sure why I wrote it. But I kind of think I should post it. So here it goes: I turned 30 last month. No big deal really. I never took aging too seriously nor did … Continue reading I’m not a snob. I’m just 30.

The modest corner shop with the green awnings

I got a Harrods voucher as a birthday present from my friends. I have quite mixed feelings about vouchers but I must say that this one made a very interesting day for two. I mean, seriously, how often does someone give you a generous sum of money and tells you to just 'knock yourself out … Continue reading The modest corner shop with the green awnings