Unless we think radically, we will be eaten by the Right

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

For the Love of Amurican Coffee

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

Talking like a Brit, Sounding like an American

“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