I recently got back from a brilliant week’s holiday in Massachusetts. My friend had her wedding just outside a little town called Groton by a big, quiet lake surrounded by forest. It was beautiful, all of it. The wedding, the lake, the white wood-clad New England houses with their dolls-house dormer windows and immaculately stripedContinue reading “Supermarkets: the beating heart of America”
That’s the thing about Vegas. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
Don’t fall into the trap of thinking the girl behind the counter in Taco Bell actually gives a shit about how you are.