Tag Archives: immigration

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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Pink Shoes, Charity, & Immigrant Me

Warnings for: musings (1), mentions of vigorous exercise, and substitute swear words (“Cuss Lite”(TM) I have given up swearing for autumn, and taking up running til at least early December. It remains to seen which one proves more chuffin’ difficult. … Continue reading

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How to be a Foreigner

Brigadier: “Well, naturally enough the only country that could be trusted with such a role was Great Britain.” The Doctor: “Well, naturally. I mean, the rest were all foreigners.” Fancy being the square peg amongst the round ‘uns? Someone who, … Continue reading

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Fear and Loathing in Central Doncaster

How I Learned to Embrace Facebook, with Additional Musings on the UK General Election, Mental Health, & Oysters Doncaster isn’t where I planned to move When I Grew Up (1). I had this vague idea of living in the Southwestern … Continue reading

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Tripping the Light Atlantic

Disclaimer: To quote the copy of “Brideshead Revisted” that is currently MIA on one of our many bookshelves: “I am not me. You are not you.” …or something like that. Yes, I could look up the quote on the net, … Continue reading

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