Brits in the USA

I hesitated briefly as I saw the reassuringly thick spine in the library and finally grabbed it from the shelf. Hemingway to me feels like a...

It's hard to believe the iconic Bruce Springsteen song Born in the USA is 30 years old. The year was 1984 and I distinctly remember the ...

You have to spare the odd thought for King Richard III. Demonized as a scheming hunchback by Shakespeare, and found with his skull smashed i...

It's only April (I think it's still April); which is, of course, the cruelest month boasting the sinking of the Titanic, the Hillsbo...

If there is one song that sums up the madness and complexity of the world it has to be Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie. I love this song, an...

It occurs to me that you are totally mad. You know who I am talking about you. Loopy. Bonkers. Three bricks short of a load and the load was...

Zara wanted me to blog about her fossil hunting exploits. I was fine with the idea because it can be difficult to decide what to blog about,...

I always liked Camden Town in London even if it made me feel old and terribly untrendy. Camden is grungy and edgy and full of street markets...

So the latest Hollywood spit - oh no I stand corrected "conscious uncoupling" - is between actress Gwyneth Paltrow and Coldplay si...

I feel happy not to be doing the A to Z Challenge this year. I took part in the challenge in its first year and the two after that. On each ...

I really decided it makes better sense to live life through Instagram. It cuts down on unnecessary conversation and it's pretty. It help...