Brits in the USA

Suddenly almost without warning it is spring. After interminable weekends when the snow hung around, a dirty and unwelcome guest at a wake, ...

I'd be more concerned about my diffidence if I wasn't so diffident. But lately I've been wondering about the word I've clung...

Americans seem to revel in St Patrick's Day. As March 17 approaches the radio is buzzing with the news of Irish celebrations at local ba...

I’m not sure if ‘zoo’ is Latin for: “place where miserable children traipse around in the vain hope of seeing animals in hibernation.” If it...

The snow was back yesterday, although I hardly noticed. We've just had a baby boy and the last three days have been a half waking, half ...

Just when I was feeling guilty about not blogging for a week or two, along comes a study by the Pew Research Center saying blogging is for o...

As visitor attractions go the Great Dismal Swamp doesn't always feel like the most rewarding place to visit. If you go to the Grand Cany...

Newspapers in the 21st Century barely resemble the place I was first introduced to when I worked on my local paper at school. The Gloucester...

Over the weekend, or at the weekend as we say in the UK, I was unlucky enough to find myself in Sears. I’m not sure how this happened. The p...

I have a sneaking suspicion Christmas used to be more exciting than this when I was a kid. For a start it's almost 4 am and my daughter ...