Brits in the USA

I kept rather a low profile during Thanksgiving. To be honest I’ve never really seen the point of this schmaltzfest, unless you happen to ...

I have never appreciated the attraction of Gone with the Wind , believing the film to be a cliche of star crossed lovers, garish sunsets, M...

Pride comes before a fall, or if you live in Virginia, it's a hurricane. And after a fall comes freefall and a nothingness in the dark...

I only started to ponder why I found myself staring at stability balls on a Friday night when I was (um) staring at stability balls on a Fr...

I'm always skeptical about those warning signs at nature reserves and the like about bears, mountain lions or escaped T Rexes. Do peopl...

Mike - he's also open to feedback...like ooh aren't you a big girl's blouse (before running away etc.) A couple of weeks ago I...

It hit me in a strange way. I had not thought about Sir Jimmy Savile for decades but when I read about his death this week it was like a b...

There was a strange lull the day after Halloween A new shade of gray painted down the street The tombstones blown and flapping to the earth...

It occurred to me recently that I never did write the final blog about my visit to England. The summer seems distant although there’s no e...

All our images from that time are gray and industrial - of seven year plans and cold intrigue in the Politburo; of weapons of war being p...

By 5 p.m. sometimes distraction dogs me. There’s too much of it; too many faces, too many places too many names that pop up on the ticker. ...