Brits in the USA

Here's something that has been troubling me. Not to the point of waking up and pacing but it's certainly a strange thing. If we co...

These are frightening times to be alive in America. Ignoring the bombs in New York, there's the small matter of the scary clowns who are...

So this was it, the last day of freedom. We went to the pool on Labor Day early because we thought it would be packed but the lifeguard main...

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 ...