+ I am incredibly amused by just how much of a typical white Brit I am, as evidenced by this list of Stuff White Brits Like. I can especially identify with being completely in love with Louis Theroux, having an ironic penchant for tacky souvenirs, and having a lame claim to fame. My favourite lame claim to fame is that I used to have Richard Whiteley’s autograph. On the other hand, all the London stuff sort of passes me by given that I don’t have any real affinity with the city, and I have never understood the appeal of a murder mystery party.
+ I loved this post on books which should only be read on a Kindle.
+ This is probably not very interesting to anyone other than me, but I have found out what the amazing pastry thing I ate in Naples is. It’s called a sfogliatelle (good job I didn’t attempt to pronounce that one and chose to point and gesture instead) and I found a recipe for it here. While I don’t think my baking skills are up to making something quite that delicate, but I really hope that someone reading this chooses to make some and then bring them all to me.