Random posts

• Run: Founder of the Beirut Marathon, May el Khalil is an advocate of the simple life and of sporting spirit. We'd be lucky to have half her spirit
• Call me Jack: “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in; not by the hair on your chinny chin chin?”
• Concrete dreams: There's always a dormant dream in the city, waiting to be brought to life. Nadim Karam is the man bringing the old Beirut back, one forgotten building at a time.
• Rock hard: Gassan Rahbani, the original Lebanese rocker, shouts about everything from politics to the environment
• Manic Manicure: Saturday night isn’t about consuming as much alcohol as possible before passing out. Preposterous I thought, but the magazine made me follow a social princess around for a day and find out.
• Sunny side up: Lebanese punk band Scrambled Eggs talk about music and the industry, over whiskey and local beer at the iconic Torino, on Beirut's Gemmayzeh Street.
• Ford in the morning: Local DJ Gavin Ford has kept us company many a bleak morning with his hit show on Radio One; 'and one last thing, what's the radio station that loves you?' Here's a peak into his mind.
• Chocolate cake: The pub was crowded and loud, and there was chocolate involved. I know this because cake was rammed into my mouth before I sat down.
• Twinkle, twinkle: I’ve always had an overactive imagination, and scaring myself half to death with, say, a mental image of Willie’s teeth and bubbling stomach was apparently insufficient. I had to give him a glowing, red eye.
• Spin out: Local favorite and internationally acclaimed Clint Maximus gives me a peak into the life of a DJ.
• Special Olympian: Who would have thought that a Lebanese would bring back an Olympic medal? Edward Maalouf knew it all along; he only wishes his government appreciated it a bit more.