Dear Danny,
I just wanted to send you a note to tell you that I was thinking about you.
I’ve got the kettle on and it happens that way. Whenever I go to make my second cup of tea (especially on a cloudy day), I think of your “another cup of tea and biscuits” moments from Yes [...]
Category Archives: British Culture
Danny Wallace’s Cup of Tea
Dr. Who and the Roller Coaster
In my dream last night I was following Dr. Who (David Tennant) and some friends to an alternate universe.
Since it was a dream, it was alot like a Dr. Who episode, with strange creatures and great gaping caverns. We transported through reams of paper and The Doctor was his effervescent self.
My favorite part of the [...]
You alright?
John Brandon, the great governor of the Warrington Hotel, was the first English person to truly confuse me with a question.
“You alright?” he’d ask, his voice rising up lightly. He was from East London, proper Cockney. His “you alright” was was one of the few things I could actually understand him saying.
Except that I didn’t.
“Yessss…,” [...]
Galway on My Mind
I was juicing an orange this morning when a memory blast of Galway hit me.
I didn’t juice any oranges, that I remember, in Galway, or any part of Ireland. I wonder what part of my brain shot me through with a violently lovely blip of those two days a year ago in Ireland.
We travelled by [...]
21st Century Tips to Holiday Office Parties
Maybe I wouldn’t have been so inspired to write this if I hadn’t been rebuffed by UBS, my husband’s workplace, two years in a row now.
UBS, that beloved multinational banking behemoth, which hit Working Mother’s Top 10 again this year for super companies to work for, hosts mammoth holiday parties every year for their employees.
The [...]
That Rakeish, Sideways Smile (-:
Or… The Day Renée Montagne Used Valuable Airtime to Tell Me About a Computer Symbol’s Birthday
Back when I was “dating” Wilbur, I swore I would never, ever wake up to morning radio. Will had his radio set to 98.9 and Johnny Dare’s morning show in Kansas City.
You don’t need to actually listen to Johnny Dare [...]
EASYNET, BT, and TALK TALK MUST DIE!
… and Other Truths about A Poor and Sodden Nation
There are many good reasons that ignorant Americans give to never leave America.
Amuuuurrr-ick-cuh’s the best cunt-tree in the whole wide world. Why should I go anywhere’s else?
Well, really that boils it down doesn’t it?
The truth is, after living three years in one of the great cities [...]
Having a Fit in America
Having landed safely and been released through Homeland Security, it all begs the first burning question:
What is the first thing you buy in the Land of Capitalism after living in Europe for three years?
That’s right. A car.
Tainted by the foolish, small-car-ways of European car makers (they invented something called a “SmartCar” for heavens sake… what [...]
The Bell Ringers of Westminster Abbey
Aimee came to visit me and, so, I did what I do when people come to visit… I made plans.
Came across a listing in Time Out London magazine (the website is useful, but nothing beats the actual publication… it is original, poignant and catches the exact tone of London’s edge. Not just a calendar.)
Back to [...]
Those Pesky Rose-Coloured Lenses
My good friend, disgruntled commuter has been having a hard time these days being disgruntled of late. I know the feeling.
I was out, with a friend at a gallery. We were talking loudish (comparatively, as Americans are wont to do) about the American-themed exhibit, when behold, a stranger.
“So,” he said on his distinctly British accent, [...]
Christmas Trees in London
Christmas in London is here… though it isn’t quite what I am used to from home in Iowa.
This weekend, my sister and her family (and likely my parents too) are out on the hunt for their Christmas tree.
They do it the way you see in old movies: out to tree farms in their boots in [...]
A London Underground Poster
Or… Life, Waiting to Happen
On the Piccadilly platform at South Kensington, I wondered. Which work is more meaningless?
a. The (nearly) blank poster box, pictured here.
b. The person whose job it is to make a sign that says “Awaiting Posters”?
This is not to say that meaningless work is useless work. Ironing is circular. Iron, wear, wrinkle, [...]
Zen and the Art of Temping
If you are wondering what a little slice of hell is, it’s this: being in the office, as a temp, and having the person you are replacing show up, unannounced.
Then having her say: May I have a hanger please? as she stares at your coat on the rack with disdain.
Then having her say: Well, I [...]
Eat Your Greens!
So you are tired of your tree? Sick of all the WATERING?
All the pouring of water, the dampening of soil, and the decreasing of naturally dry dirt surface area bringing you down?
Are you just too poncy and lazy to water your plants, and nothing else?
Getting carpral tunnel from lifting a water jug once a week?
Feeling [...]
Bonfire Night
We stood at least 15, maybe 20 feet away from the flames. Yet it flung heat at us without trying. Hot on our faces, on the leather of our coats, on the woven threads in our blue jeans. The rubber in our shoes braced itself, ready in case it were forced, by the heat, to [...]