Another insidious intruder into the language is "Train Station"; this annoys the hell out of me.
(22½ hours in Inowrocław, part 1) As we walked on our way to the Summer Theatre, Basia explained to me that Inowrocław was only a small town and everywhere is close to everywhere else. Soon enough we were walking down streets that I recognised from a previous visit and as luck would have it, our … Continue reading 22½ hours in Inowrocław, part 2
"Ino-Rock" is a one-day, rock music festival held on the last weekend in August in Inowrocław, Poland. I say one-day festival; it's an afternoon into the evening sort of affair, kicks-off about 16:00 and goes on until midnight. The venue is The Summer Theatre in Inowrocław (Teatr Letni w Inowrocławiu) and usually there are four … Continue reading 22½ hours in Inowrocław, part 1
At one point I realised that I had a great big foolish grin on my face. I was singing along, even to the Italian songs, well, as much as I could remember. I was carried away with the euphoria of it all. This was the music I had listened to on my trusty Dansette all those years ago. This was the music I loved.