Nick Fryer

Author: Nick Fryer

  • Europe 7 – Cathedrals and Couture

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    Audio: Saint Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City Right then, not going to spend another day deciding the queues are too long, so it was up at can, military precision, breakfast, street, bus, at St Peter’s Basilica only minutes after the target 0700h. Straight in, my fingers were twitching as they tried to obey the “no photography”…

  • Europe 6 – An Embarrassment of Basilicas

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    In the game CivCity Rome, one attempts to grow a Classical Roman settlement, striving to meet the needs of the electronically generated populace to keep them happy and thus breeding (or immigrating – the mechanism of increase is not clear: new people simply appear from behind the lunch shed. Ok, it’s breeding.) The ungrateful wretches…

  • Europe 5 – A Roma 

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    A two hour flight takes all day, of course, or at least well into the evening. Within thirty minutes of landing in Italy, I know two things. At the airport (!) an espresso costs €1.10. Also, these people have completely recovered from fascism – our train was late. Well, cancelled, more accurately, so we got…

  • Europe 4 – Llibertat

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    Plans to take the boys to the Tibidabo fun park come immediately undone as the damn place doesn’t open until tomorrow. After some googling for alternatives, I am set free to wander the streets of Barcelona without either of Messrs Let or Hindrance, nor wife neither. My day off. I stopped to open the hotel…

  • Europe 3 – Knackered 

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    Seeing the city you’re visiting had to be better than hurtling through a black tube, right? Right, so let’s make the kids walk a couple of kilometres first thing. Ooh look, Gaudí. Queue to see inside though, so nah. Repeat. Audio: Calle de la Libretaria, Barcelona In the meantime, we discover things. Every hundred metres…

  • Europe 2 – We Have Come Down

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    After chasing us all night, the sun finally caught up with us as we descended into Dubai, where I had cleverly left us about nine hours to pop in to the city and get my first ever look at a Gulf state. Starting before dawn, during Ramadan. There will have been less successful military campaigns…

  • Europe 1 – We Have Lift Off

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    It’s a long journey, from Willunga to Adelaide Airport, by public transport and mother-in-law. The 10pm flight started at 4.30pm, at bus stop 99, Aldinga Road. As good a place as any to shoot for the moon. Bus then train. I watched Seb, who is certain of his own indestructibility, pick out some music on…

  • Petering Out

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    The Arch Window number 33, in which we take stock of our fellow voters, taste and season as required.

  • Dad Twerking

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    I trust I shall always be there for my friends, @garthk. With apologies to @ccohanlon, whose tweet this is.

  • Battery Chickens

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    The Arch Window number 32, in which we kill our parents but only metaphorically but I really do want to kill stab kill them all I hate them I’m fine really how are you?