Eight years ago, the seas shifted, sending in its waves an intelligent, thoughtful, man who became the first black president of the United States. The sun shone, the air stirred and a flock alighted in the nation’s capital, including elegant black women in mink coats, sun glasses and speaking with thick southern accents. Here was an America I didn’t know quite know, here was history … Continue reading Reflecting on Inauguration Day eight year ago and today
I’m worried. Facebook has returned to normal – and we aren’t even one month on. Don’t think I’m surprised – I saw it with Brexit. The gray, grim British anguish that punctuated my Manchester office melted into a very faint, dull ache as the weeks and months rolled by. My Remain colleagues still aren’t happy about Brexit, but they’ve more or less accepted its inevitability. Now … Continue reading Unless we think radically, we will be eaten by the Right
My fiance made a bad joke once. He said we’d get married on June 24th when Britain voted to leave the EU. He’d grab me by the hand and whisk his immigrant away to the courthouse. Then I could stay, and we’d be happy. Exchanging the basis of my UK residency from an EU passport to a marriage visa wouldn’t really make us feel any … Continue reading So When Am I Getting Deported?
You can tell when a man is peeing. His feet are planted firmly on the ground, his hips are thrust forward ever so slightly, and he is usually looking ahead, shoulders relaxed, content in this moment of release. This is just how the English hipster in the hipster café looked last week. Humming quietly to myself, I pushed the bathroom door open and was met … Continue reading Is the Unisex Loo Making a Comeback?
I balked and stood helplessly alone with my old lover. With thirteen other candidates lined up, I didn’t know what to do. After living in Europe, the sad truth was that I wanted none of them. I saw them now for what they were, sad, watered-down, bastardised versions of the real thing. “I can’t choose,” I bemoaned to Emily, who had brought me to this … Continue reading For the Love of Amurican Coffee
“Are you living in the UK?” the American border guard asked me as he scrutinized my U.S. passport. My pulse began to quicken. I had given him my friendliest smile, answered his questions with confidence, and knew I had nothing to worry about. Yes, I was living in the UK, but my Hungarian passport meant that wasn’t a problem. At the same time, I also … Continue reading Talking like a Brit, Sounding like an American
The Dancing Bagpipe is having an identity crisis. It’s left Scotland and has embarked on a nomadic existence for the rest of the year. Come January, it will set up residence in Manchester. Which, of course, is no longer Scotland. So what to do with the Dancing Bagpipe? Does it continue dancing and tooting south of the border? After all, it was actually in England … Continue reading Am I British Yet?