In Sweden they say ‘ICK-ee-ah’

I was walking into IKEA when I realised I looked like a hobo. Something about all those glistening surfaces put me out of joint. Henry and I had got caught in a July Special rainstorm at the temple, and so there was lion hair, and there was a stupidly baggy cardigan, and there was a … Continue reading In Sweden they say ‘ICK-ee-ah’

A proposal for Independence Day

Happy fourth of July, dear American friends! Hope your parades are glittery and your fireworks are spectacular and you eat more than a human body can reasonably hold (the purpose of all major holidays, surely). While we're chatting, I don't suppose you fancy lending us New York for a bit, do you? You could have... … Continue reading A proposal for Independence Day