Brits in the USA

I have always been fascinated by islands. They are like a microcosm of the mainland but there is something different about them. They are ma...

This summer is icooking my brain. The coffee turns my mouth sour but I still slug on it, drinking to the base, hoping to revive myself and t...

It's true to say Reportage is a bit of a mess. Today I finally went back to it after a long time away and tried to make some sense of i...

A long time ago I had to drive down to Paris late at night in my battered Renault. In the early hours of the morning, I was getting sleepy a...

It's more than 10 years since I left Britain and I'm starting to wonder what's happened to it. Certainly, Thursday night as th...

Facebook can be a strange media that hits you with the modern as well as bits of yesteryear and serves it in one big soup. So, for example...

I know I've had periods when I've thought social media was great and it's a component of my job, but I'm beginning to wonder...

Ok I'm not being funny or a miserable old git or anything but I just have three words - ChewbaccaMom - really? If you have spent ...

One of the worst deprivations I face living in the USA is watching footie from afar. I've never been a big fan of the U.S. version which...

It's hard to believe that in all the six years or so that this blog has been going, I am yet to publish a video blog even though those a...

Walking down that cobbled street, I started to wonder if I had become a cliche of that kind of American who cherishes the historic. What was...