When home isn't home anymore, where is home? Reflections from a British immigrant in Europe a year after the Brexit vote.
As fans prepare to watch the National Theatre's live stream of Cumberbatch in Hamlet in cinemas worldwide, I finally got round to writing about my visit in September...
In a few short hours, millions of people in the United Kingdom will be taking to the polls to (hopefully) decide who will be in charge of their country for the next five years. Except for perhaps some of the most astute political analysts, no one really knows what to expect tomorrow. Will Cameron be... Continue Reading →
Perhaps it's because I decided to leave England in the year the Queen celebrated her Diamond Jubilee (although I do keep accidentally referring to it as her Golden, sorry Ma'am) and the year London hosts the Olympic Games, but since I landed in Deutschland I feel as though I have become more patriotic. I will... Continue Reading →
There was a day this summer where I was simultaneously proud and ashamed of my country and the people in it. In August 2011 the British newspapers suddenly had something to talk about on what would have otherwise been a slow news day. What's more, they could speculate on the impact of social media on... Continue Reading →