It’s been a while since I last blogged. And naturally, it’s all Alex’s fault.
It was her idea to start watching Game of Thrones from start to finish. And after we watched the first episode, she was a changed person. Gone was the happy, hippy mother who lovingly tucked in her children at night and sent them off gently to sleep with kisses and cuddles. Instead, I would return home from work to a lady with the remote control in her hand, and a demonic look in her eye. A look that said “Get these fuckers to bed and stick the box on, stat”.
Six seasons later, we’re now done with G.O.T and we’re having to find other ways to avoid talking to each other. Hence the blog revival. Continue reading Drive.
July 1 was exactly one year to the day that we arrived in the US.
It’s hard to believe how fast the time’s gone, and how little we’ve achieved. I’m still waiting for an investor to pump millions of dollars into my blog, and my 5 year old doesn’t even own a gun yet.
Mind you, with the UK going bat shit mental since we’ve been away, we feel pretty lucky to be here.
And since we moved, we’ve been building up a collection of random things we’ve learned about America and the Bay Area. Here they are.
Continue reading Happy Caliversary.
Living in California has its perks, but there are a few things happening in the UK right now that I’m missing. Continue reading F.O.M.O.
*Warning: this post may contain nuts (and other genitals).*
Continue reading Live and dangerous.
God only knows what triggers a memory in a 5 year old. But while she was brushing her teeth yesterday, Ava suddenly recalled something that happened 3 months ago. Continue reading See you in another life, brother.
Every Sunday, downtown Campbell closes to cars and opens to entrepreneurs who masquerade as hippies, and sell organic bread, homegrown fruit and other overpriced earthy fluff.
We’ve been so often we’ve now mastered the routine. Here are the 16 steps you need to win at an American farmer’s market.
Continue reading Master the market.
Campbell is where we live, and where we love.
We moved in 9 months ago, and in that time we’ve come to know our neighbours, and they us. To many, we’re the charming family with the cute children. To the people who live immediately next door, we’re the Brits with the ragey kids.
Here’s a few snapshots of Campbell life.
Continue reading My kind of town.
I’ve just got back from a couple of weeks in London. While I was there, I binged on Britain – I drank in every pub, ate in every tea room, lined up in every job centre.
It was my first trip back, and I was surprised by the things I’d missed. Here they are.
Continue reading 13 things I miss about the UK.
We’ve reached the 8-month mark. Alex hasn’t left me for a Silicon Valley investor, and my kids are still speaking to me. At least I think they are. It’s hard to tell these days in that weird accent of theirs.
Anyway, here’s a rundown of some of the American stuff we’ve done.
Continue reading 15 American things we’ve done.
I got all the shit genes.
Eczema, eye squint, allergies, colour blindness…you name it. But I don’t count bad teeth amongst that. Bad teeth are as culturally significant to the British population as Aunt Bessie and Simon Cowell’s chest hair.
Americans have the right to bear arms, Brits have the right to dodgy teeth. But every so often, we rediscover our moral compass and go to the dentist.
Today was one of those days. And here’s how it went down.
Continue reading Say ahhh.