In defence – kind of – of my hometown, which was recently voted one of the worst cities in the world to move to.
A waiter who refused to take an order for pizza with bananas, and Tuscan bread that just isn't as good as French bread.
"Medmindre man kender nogen, der kender nogen, så er man fucked."
"I once slept with an Aussie who worked for an AIDS charity and I had to pressure him to wear a condom… Maybe they're not the smartest tools in the shed."
"My contract was changed and there's an English guy at work who has now started to openly hate on our Romanian and Polish coworkers."
Gold-plated tiramisu, a mojito bar, a whole roasted suckling pig: Hidden in this desert is an oasis of caviar and vice.
"I'm the only Kiwi 'leaver' I know. I already have no friends because of it. It's very tense."
I am confused and nauseated by the result of the Brexit referendum and the wave of populist, xenophobic hysteria that accompanied it. I have no idea what to do about it. I am also quite drunk.
Some cash-strapped former students are choosing to leave America behind in order to avoid paying off their giant debts.
Johan van Laarhoven, who was convicted for spending money in Thailand that he earned by selling cannabis in the Netherlands, is baffled and shocked at what has happened to him.
A diary of the parties that are taking over Asia’s world city.