Greetings From Trumpland!

 

Greetings from The Democratic People's Republic of Trumpland!

An English Bad Guy in the USA

When you see an English actor in an American TV show or film, nine times out of ten... Ahem, ten times out of ten, he's the freaking bad guy. Much the same could be said of real life, ain't that right?

The Rise and Rise of Donald J. Trumpinator

Listen and understand! The Trumpinator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, remorse or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead and he is elected.

Stoned to Death at Glastonbury 1986

Fetid hippies. Hatchet wielding Hells Angels. Unsanitary bogs. Duff bands (I hate the Cure!)  No girls. No cashpoints. England handballed out of the World Cup by Argentina. And mud. Glorious mud. Lots of it. This time, thirty years ago, "Glasto" was fun for a curious teenager in the middle of his O levels. 

Endorsing Trump

I like my presidents to be unelectable. Demagogues. Bullies. Tyrants. Mad dogs capable of starting World War 3 on a whim. Donald J. Trump, a thrice married, thrice bankrupt, property tycoon turned reality TV star, is that fool and then some. 

Role Models for the Male Trailing Spouse: Part Two

 

Role Model: Gene Barry in the Adventurer.

Your wife might be the breadwinner in the unit, but you, Male Trailing Spouse/ accompanying partner, are the clubland hero -- taking on femme fatales and dodgy foreigners in exotic locations your sad mates back home in Blighty can only dream about. It's a tough gig but somebody's gotta do it.  It might as well be you and me.

Contessa's Away

The Contessa is out of the country on business again. And while the Contessa's away, the Male Trailing Spouse will play. 

Writing a Novel

I'm writing a novel. Or, should that be, I'm rewriting a novel? Yes. That's more appropriate. 

Role Models for the Male Trailing Spouse

Role Model: Hugh O'Brian as Lockwood in Search

The world is full of adventure for a Male Trailing Spouse. I should know because I've had my fair share as an "accompanying partner" for the last dozen years or so.  Can you, dear reader, wherever you are on planet earth, say the same? Maybe not.

Settling into Post?

 

Back in Atlanta, after a four-month sojourn in England (ahem Notting Hill and Ladbroke Grove), I am finally making a concerted effort to settle into post. Not that I'm moaning about my new life in the US of A. Perish the thought.

The Left Bank of Rotting Hill Gate

Virgin Records on Notting Hill Gate (1977). The first Virgin record store in London.

There's a lot of haunted history on the left bank of Rotting Hill Gate. Where do I begin?  

Anatomy of Yankland

 

Last summer Scott Waters, a fat American with a beard, took a biking holiday in the UK and wrote a humorous list of what he saw on a Facebook post. It soon went viral.