Postcard from Los Angeles 7 – Say goodbye to Hollywood, say goodbye my baby
How long is a week? Well, it all depends on what we cram into it. In my seven days in Los Angeles, I had watched a movie being made, stood … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 6 – Americans ♥ all things French
Ever since the historic renaming of French fries in 2003 to freedom fries (quickly followed by freedom toast, apparently), I had been under the impression that US sentiments regarding our … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 5 – All the city’s a stage
In Santa Monica, I was hurried along by a 12-year-old with a clipboard past the lights, camera, action of a scene being shot for something or other. It actually all … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 4 – A long walk to Hollywood…
Whoever named the City of Los Angeles should be sued for misrepresentation – it should be called the Spread of Los Angeles or, better still, the Agglomeration of Los Angeles. … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 3 – the perfect place for perfect people
I’m staying in West Hollywood (WeHo to the locals) and, if I tell you that I’m just a few blocks away from The Big Gay Starbucks, you will get an … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 2 – “Jus’ pick me an orange when I want it.”
In Steinbeck’s “The Grapes of Wrath”, Grampa Joad is cock-a-hoop at the prospect of moving west. “Jus’ let me get out to California,” he says, “where I can pick me … Continue reading
Postcard from Los Angeles 1 – the sun always shines on TV…and here
As I packed my bags for my trip to LA, I couldn’t imagine sunshine in the middle of winter. Edgar told me to pack layers: “It gets cold at night,” … Continue reading
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