Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Seven

For a ‘slight’ change of format, this blog entry of Stranger in a Strange Land is not going to be about me banging on about my travels around the States, nope, this is gong to be about Barack O’bama’s (yes, that’s the proper spelling) visit to Ireland and England and Stranger in a Strange Land […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Six

In February I went to Barcelona for my 50th birthday, I wanted to see Sagrada Familia but here’s the thing, there was one guard at passport control and as the entire plane disembarked and queued up to go through he barely glanced up from his newspaper and just waved us on, I can’t tell you […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Five

It seems I am to lose yet another of life’s little pleasures, after being scolded by the government (who are determined to suck ALL the fun out of life)  for eating butter, salt, ice-cream, white bread and Mars bars dipped in batter and fried, (not all at the same time), now it seems I am […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Four

One of the many things I find interesting about flying to the States is that when over Maine (ME) I always notice Bangor and Belfast come up on the moving maps, after being raised (ie trailed up backwards) in Bangor, Northern Ireland (NI) and spent lots of time in Belfast, it always makes me smile […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Three

I went to Greensboro one day… yes, you may need to Google that one.. This happened quite a few years ago, it was one of those days, I pitched up at Gatwick airport and asked when was the next plane leaving for the States, the clerk said the next available flight was to Raleigh International […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part Two

I went to Florida one day.. not sure they will let me back in.. It’s very different from the rest of the States, it really does feel like Cuba…or how I’d image Cuba if it had more money, more plastic surgeons and less sense.. Was in one of my mischievous moods (!) so at the […]

Stranger in a Strange Land: Part One

I went to Minneapolis once.. rather stupidly I went in February, Feck it was cold, was not a good idea, on a scale of ‘not good ideas’ with one being putting your tongue on the terminal of a nine volt battery and ten being putting your tongue on a frozen lamp-post, this was perhaps an […]