What do women want? What do the ladies crave for? Is it for gold or is it for diamonds? Is it for a life not bound by fresh-cut roses and felt-cut hearts? Is it a promise of fidelity or a promise of affairs? One woman’s meat is another woman’s poison after all, though some may …
Category Archives: Friends
Return to Bath
Edinburgh was a blast. We stayed with our friend Dr. Mouse and we climbed to Arthur’s Seat and held the whole city beneath our gaze and our feet. We battled the winds and the chill and enjoyed the comfort of warm winter jackets in spring.
(Devil tried on at least twenty of Dr. Mouse’s jackets and …
The Joy of Home Cooking
Slow summer days. Every day is summer in the tropics, after all. Weekends spent at home are recuperative, restoring. When my best friend and neighbour (Diva a.k.a. the Domestic Goddess herself) comes a-callin’ and bringing a fresh batch of cookies or scones, straight from the oven, we make a pot of coffee, black and strong. …
The Devil’s Birthday
How do you say happy birthday to the Devil Wears Prada?
You can say it in Chinese. 生日快乐! You can say it in German. Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
You can even say it — given the host of this year’s World Cup — in Afrikaans. Gelukkige Verjaarsdag!
You can say it with flowers — a nice, big bouquet …
Pureglutton’s Potluck Party
Or, How Everyone Ignored My Roast Chicken.
(But more on that later, promise.)
First, we must begin with the sweet joy of receiving an email one fine day, a couple of weeks ago, from a dear reader inviting me and Devil to a potluck party she was kindly hosting. When this wonderful lady also happens to be …
The Domestic Goddess (and Her Boys)
The domestic goddess, she surveys her domain. It is not her kitchen, of course, but it doesn’t need to be. She’s the only lady here, surrounded by her bevy of boys and her wish is their command. They sit and obey. Or rather, they scurry around the apartment, boiling and frying and stirring and tasting, …
Where Did Mt. Fuji Go?
Once upon a time, a young girl called Alice fell down a rabbit-hole and stumbled upon Wonderland. She had many strange adventures and met many odd creatures, so it goes to show, be careful and watch where you step, for if you fall down a rabbit hole, there’s no telling where you might go.
There are no …


