Where I did not meet my brother

Waiting for Big Brother.

Like a mobile 'Waiting for Godot' crossed with a picnic. While waiting for my brother to come, I have explored parts of London old and new. Follow me as I play hide and seek with my big brother. He's watching you!

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Wonderful Copenhagen - well, yes

'Copenhagen is Wonderful' http://gu.com/p/36m48 , well, yes it is. But it isn't the whole of Denmark and the Guardian article does not tell the whole story - and nor does it pretend to. Even so, why do I feel like sighing every time the Guardian posts another example of Scandiphilia on its website? First, there is the obsession with Danish drama, like Forbrydelsen (The Killing) and Borgen - neither of which I have ever seen, as they tend to be shown on Sunday evenings when, like many Danes (and Brits), I am working at home to get ready for Monday morning. So, yes, Ms Strongman, while there is a greater emphasis in Denmark on work-life balance, and Danish business meetings frequently start with 'jeg går klokken 3.30, jeg skal hente børn', there is also a significant amount of work that is done outside of those hours - hence the increasing importance of 'hjemmearbejdsplads'. Then there is the love affair with Nordic cuisine, which, aside from horror stori...

Rejection

Thank you very much for the mails letting me know that my application for the position of Project Assistant has not been successful. In fact, it must have been so unsuccessful that you wrote to me three times to tell me so: on 17th and 29th March, and on 13th April. This seems somewhat over the top, but I presume you have your reasons. You also encourage me to sign up for the job agent, which bearing in mind the above, seems a little futile. As you seem to enjoy writing to me so much would it be too much to ask for the next mail to include some feedback and critique so that should I take up your suggestion of signing up for the job agent, you might then only have to write me one email, thus saving all of us some time.

Waiting

We are at the hospital. Waiting for the drop to finish dripping medicine into my son. Waiting for the doctor to come back with the results. We are waiting for the nurse to tell us we're done and can go home. Waiting for the medicine to work. We are waiting for him to get better. I wonder what we'll all do with ourselves when we can stop waiting?

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