My month of living in Airbnbs. Thanks for the friendly note, guys. We spent most of that month in Airbnbs. And had some wildly varying experiences, that I thought I would share with you.

Thursday, September 22, 2011. Monday, April 04, 2011. I must be an arsehole magnet. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Huzzah! Now for the next load of old bollocks. Sunday, March 27, 2011. What a cunt! Go and watch this. Thursday, March 24, 2011. To the wanker in the red polo.

Posted by BiB in Uncategorized. Central European porn, Berlin as home and thinking about my mother. Posted by BiB in Uncategorized. I drifted off on the top bunk and let the Russian compose poetry about his terrible fate in peace. And began loosening his tie.

Saturday, September 01, 2012. That all went a bit spectaculatly wrong. I am restraining myself from deleting my ridiculously optimistic post from a few weeks back. Not waiting for a prince. Chick lit with bird flu. James and the Blue Cat.

Once you break a knuckle. The blogger who fell from grace with the internet. I am thinking of coming back here. Books, so many books. Some things that I have been told by people who care about me. Depression, in small and uncertain ways.

Sunday, 19 July 2015. Once I was watching television. This was in the days before smartphones and box sets of whatever. There was a lot of channels on cable TV at thus time, but a lot of them were Russian news, pornography or promoting Christianity. I chanced across a TV show about Germany of the 1930s. Nowadays there are practically 24 hour channels dedicated entirely to the salacious exposing of Nazi evils but not so much then. Thursday, 22 January 2015.