Pretty Good Britain? Is that ironic?
You decide. We chose to live here rather than arrive via a
British birth canal, so it's likely we're fond of the place. On
the other hand it's not all green and unpleasantly soggy land, picturesque
villages blighted by traffic, bustling high streets filled with
the same chain stores, historic castles advertising a bloody past,
stunning country houses still standing as testament to a nasty class
system, a colourful royal family still standing as testament to
a nasty class system, proudly independent politicians kept in line
by the Sun and party whips, with leadership marching in lockstep
to Washington, etc. Get the picture?
We -- sorry -- I arrived in London in the autumn of 1995
after nearly a decade living in the New York metropolitan area and
a childhood spent listening to Bob Seger and REO Speedwagon in Ohio.
I'm involved in the photography,
writing, and web sectors of the economy, and am comfortably settled
with wife and no children in rural East Sussex near Burwash, the
home for the last 35 years of his life.
I've seen a good bit of Britain, and between my research partner
and myself we're probably able to answer most expat and tourist-related
questions. We're also a valuable co-database on matters relating
to tax, immigration, cycling,
as a vegan
among omnivores, Jersey
City politics, getting hit
by cars and trapped
in laundromats, and the sad decline of liberalism.