Category Archives: Immigrant Me

30 Years Amongst the Brits

Thirty years ago today, I was walking through Heathrow Airport, when I saw a policeman, and thought to myself, They really do wear those hats. Does Eng-a-land swing like a pendulum do? Do bobbies on bikes ride two by two? … Continue reading

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The EU, Motherhood, & the Patriotism of Love

Warnings: Heavy duty meandering; patriotism mostly of the ‘love & peace, man’ variety; inevitable whinging. Having been a UK resident for over half my life, I am cautious when it comes to anything which approaches even the slightest breeze of … Continue reading

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Going … Moaning … Gone?

Warnings for: extreme grumpiness; self pity; & slightly soppy nostalgia. Oh & if you want a song, it’s probably this. I have lost my original accent, though I’m continually told this is not the case. It’s gone: gone like my … Continue reading

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The Questionable Status of Dick’s ‘atband

Remember that bit in “Beetlejuice”, when two of the main characters happened across “The Handbook for the Recently Deceased”? It would be lovely if such a handbook exists, although odds are I’ll treat it like I do most magazines: ie, … Continue reading

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Judging Books by Covers, & Why Duvets Are the Blankets of Satan

Starting 2016 with two 12 hour days has its stormy and silver sides: up til now, I’ve not written more than a paragraph that wasn’t client notes. On the silver, I’m employed in a job I enjoy. That wasn’t the … Continue reading

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