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.

Yorkshire: The Texas of England

Not as flat as Texas

Going up North usually means a trip to Liverpool. Not this time. On this occasion I'm going up to Yorkshire, the Texas of England!

The Pussification of James Bond

 

In the novels by Ian Fleming, James Bond smokes like a trooper, shags like a rabbit, drinks like a fish. He's handy with a knife and has enough spunk to carry a ladies handbag gun. He is supposed to be what every man would like to be, and what every woman wants between the sheets. In short, James Bond 007 is a tedious masturbatory fantasy suitable for members of either sex.

A Stroll Around Rotting Hill

Campden Hill Towers and the far side of Notting Hill Gate

Unexpectedly, I am back home on Rotting Hill Gate. A good time to continue my stroll in the graveyard of memory and the ghosts of businesses past!