Madonna will be in Malawi. And I’m betting Angelina will be in Angola. (It’s probably Namibia, but, for the sake of a little festive alliteration …. ) All my Brit friends are buggering off to Bali or sallying forth on safari. The prevailing mania for Peter Beard–ish world travel continues unabated, even during the holidays. Read More
KUTA,INDONESIA-The Northern Europeans haven’t left Bali. Swedes, Germans and Dutch dot Kuta beach. Two couples are in matching thongs-the women’s pastel, the men’s dark green or black. The women put their tops back on to walk up to the flat, to the shade of flowering ficus trees, and get a beer. They seem to be Read More
On occasion, as he goes about his business as a diving instructor in Bali, Indonesia, Malachy McCourt finds himself answering that question of questions: “Are you, er, Angela’s husband?”
This anecdote would seem to prove at least three theories: 1) Nearly everyone in the world, even neophyte scuba divers in Bali, has read Frank McCourt’s Read More
Father’s Day is usually a lugubrious kind of affair. A colleague told me that the only thing he ever got for Father’s Day was a lousy shirt-and-tie ice-cream cake from Baskin Robbins, “and the kids ate the fucking thing while I was upstairs unblocking the toilet.”
This June 18, surprise the old geezer with one Read More
