Brits in the USA

It's probably the nature of odd people that you can encounter them at the most unexpected time. I could cope better, I feel, if some guy...

In Britain you can’t always tell someone’s politics or outlook in life from a first meeting. In America it’s easier. You just look at ...

I think fondly sometimes of those eggshell blue days of childhood when there was a spring in everything and an incessant chorus of birds in ...

When I woke up this morning I realized the Redbox thing was bothering me. My daughter had acquired Oz the Great and Powerful from one of the...

Arriving at Epcot after a rain storm felt a bit like going into a time machine and emerging in a strange new world some time in the future t...

Much time has elapsed since I last wrote about my trip to Florida and already it has gained a surreal quality as if I was never really there...

I confess I didn't get much stimulation when I was growing up. The highlight of the year was when a ragged band of fair folk set up thei...

Although I had a fleeting hope Kate and Wills would name the Royal baby personage something like Duane, Wayne, Zac or Swiper, I knew it was ...

It's difficult to describe Disney in one blog post. It's probably like asking someone who lived in a closed cult for two decades to ...

Guest blogging month faltered somewhat due to the small matter of the guest blog well running dry after a week and my vacation in Florida. M...

I am interrupting Guest Blogging Month with a public service announcement to the effect that I'm going away on vacation. It won't in...