No it's not a typo

Why "Slogging" I hear you all cry from a far.

Well I was going to call this collection of vernacular objet d'art 'Blogging the Swiss', but somehow it seemed far to simplistic, and well, rather clinically Swiss. Instead, I thought I would use this delicious piece of cricketing parlance to make life here sound far more exciting and adventurous than it really is.

Yes I've given up the exciting world of London, and moved to a small city in the northwest frontier of Switzerland, called Basel. France to the left of me, Germany straight ahead. I could trip over a curb at any given moment and end up in either.

This is no Indiana Jones movie. There will be no escaping groups of blood thirsty locals armed with deadly blow pipes, or young Chinese boys driving get-away cars. It's more likely to be Paddington Bear (with marmite instead of marmalade of course) than the Magic Roundabout, but hopefully it will give an insight, maybe even an amusing one occasionally, into life in Switzerland.