When I landed in the UK almost eleven years ago I had some knowledge of how England 'worked' via my work colleagues who enjoyed inserting Cockney Rhyming Slang into business meetings (I used to think it was a long ploy to get me to say inappropriate things), Monty Python, and a fellow named Douglas Adams.... Continue Reading →
When I was younger, much younger than most of you reading (I like to think I attract a hip, young audience to my blog that I sometimes write in once a year) I went to a small Catholic school in Florida. We were tiny, so tiny that when someone new came in it was like... Continue Reading →
Every day I grow closer to joining the commune. While I am a total advocate for modern medicine, fully believe in vaccinations and check-ups, I have found myself slowly going down the slippery slope of hippiedom. First, it was giving up the car and biking everywhere except when I need a car and I borrow... Continue Reading →
When I lived in Texas a trip "around the corner" averaged about 200-300 miles. I got very used to being in a car for a couple of hours to go anywhere outside of my home city. In fact, I got used to being in a car for several hours to anywhere inside of my city.... Continue Reading →
I went to Windsor Castle by myself today. Now, if you are a parent going ANYWHERE by yourself is usually a treat. If it doesn't require the purchase of food or clothing, the attendance of a birthday party, the movement of one or more spawn to multiple locations in which you are allowed five minutes... Continue Reading →
On December 18, 2008 I landed at Heathrow Airport with three suitcases, a dog, and a lot of nervousness. The sky was grey, in fact, so much about the UK seemed grey, having migrated from the green lands of the American south. We crammed everything into the rental car and I was driven (I... Continue Reading →
What happens when you take a seasoned festive light visiting kid to one of the largest light trails in the south of England? A mile long discussion on the location of the fairground rides, that's what.
This past weekend I got to experience my first Doctor Who convention in the coolest place imaginable: The National Space Centre. There I learned about the space around us and heard Daleks sing. It pretty much sums up the whole point of life, really.
Hi there to my dedicated group of 16 or so readers. I realised something this morning that I thought I should share: I'm getting about as bad at blog posting as the seasons of Sherlock are becoming... highly irregular. Hopefully, like Sherlock, once my posts do come they are complete and well-formed, preferably with no... Continue Reading →