There’s an old joke that I always thought did a good job of capturing the frustration we feel when we want to be known for one thing, but wind up being remembered for something else. A man walks into a bar and sits next to a talkative old drunk, who introduces himself as Fergus. The… Read More You might remember me as that splat the rat chap. Also, I killed Jesus.
Today, I went to Canary Wharf to meet some friends at a pub, in order to collectively celebrate Mother’s Day. It was one of those very modern, family-friendly chain pubs where the menu features British standards such as fish and chips alongside twists on dishes from other countries and cultures. Vietnamese spicy chicken wings. Harissa… Read More I don’t think this song means what you think it means
One of my colleagues at work just came back from the USA and brought back a bag of Reese’s miniature peanut butter cups to share around the office. I opened the bag and ate six of them before anyone else even knew they were there. I did it out of love. I love Reese’s miniature peanut… Read More The Reese’s principle: the counterintuitive impulse to destroy the things we love
I first heard of Johnny Goobello one evening many years ago, when I was around 17 years old – at a birthday celebration for my father. Everyone was there that night – siblings, cousins, aunts, great aunts, great cousins, our family priest. Everybody. The cake came out and the room was buzzing, with everyone saying… Read More The ballad of Johnny Goobello
My 10 year old daughter believes there is a magical entity that sneaks into her room in the middle of the night to purchase her baby teeth. It never occurs to her that this might not be reasonable. She also believes that on one particular Sunday every April, a giant, partially-human hare hops up to… Read More It’s the great “Crockery Kraken,” Charlie Brown!
I’ve seen Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel, I’ve read Milton’s Paradise Lost and I’ve listened to Handel’s Messiah, but the work of art that has had the most profound impact on my relationship with religion is the 1982 Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, Conan the Barbarian. It’s a film I’ve seen at least dozens of times and with each viewing… Read More Deep meaning in “stupid” films: How Conan the Barbarian brought me closer to God
Recently, I just finished reading my first P.G. Wodehouse book. I’ve lived in Britain for a dozen years as an American expat, so I was well aware of the esteem with which Mr Wodehouse’s comedic novels were held, but until now I had never picked one up before. I had always assumed his books would be… Read More Right Ho, Brexit
Amazon.com hates me. It mocks me. And I know it’s doing it on purpose. Chances are, it hates you and mocks you as well. But maybe you’ve never noticed. Maybe you thought it was your fault. I’m here to tell you it’s not. Amazon is mean. So mean. And dumb. It’s mean and dumb and I figure… Read More Amazon.com – why do you hate me so?
Every day, I walk our nine year old daughter to school here in London. It’s a 15 minute walk, which gives us a nice amount of time to talk. I take advantage of the opportunity to teach her about an important aspect of the world – a different topic every day. Not just facts, but… Read More Dadsplaining the 4th of July to a British kid
Every day, I walk our nine year old daughter to school. It’s a 15 minute walk, which gives us a nice amount of time to talk. I take advantage of the opportunity to teach her about an aspect of the world – a different topic every day. I call it Dadsplaining. The way I see… Read More Dadsplaining: I explain the world to my kid (Boris Johnson edition)