Posts tagged "London"

If life doesn't come with a handbook; where does the advice come from?

There you are. Warm and fed,and cozy and—HOLY MERDE–someone turns on the high beams—and with a scream of surprise, you are born. Welcome to the world Ethan and Theo. It’s 2033 and you are my strapping six feet plus tall grandsons with a grandmother who has no advice for you. What a clueless Grandma C... Read more »

Monday Night Football at the Olympics

“Are you ready for some FOOTBALL????” We were. En route to our last scheduled event with tickets for football at Wembley on a Monday night, we were more than ready for some football. To Americans it may be called soccer, but in the UK it was and is football. Logical given it’s played with foot.... Read more »

What I learned in London--during the 2012 Olympics

Lessons learned during London’s 2012 Olympics were varied and scattershot.  But as always, educational. Two young men in red flag Canadian tee shirts were pushing a bin full to bursting with packaged snack foods. They stopped at the pedestrian crossing light. Chatting them up, we learned these are the party nibbles for the Canadian athletes.... Read more »
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The Pub is NOT a Bar

The Pub is NOT a Bar
When you say to Americans, “we went to the pub with the grand kids”–you see it in their eyes. Their concern, their speed dial thoughts to Children and Family Services in the OMG assumption. You took a KID to the BAR?? What are you Alcoholic Anonymous wanna-bees? Many pubs in the UK–at least pubs I’ve... Read more »

Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball

Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball
Some might think of it as BABES and BOYS playing on sand. As for me, I’ll always think it as that crazy, sold-out event, the acclaimed red hot ticket of London’s 2012 Olympics. The Greeks would have loved it. Queen Victoria– not so much. It began early last Thursday morning. Just another workday for most... Read more »

Olympic Event, no. 1

  How to Train for the Olympic ticket lottery Everyone knows about the skills needed to be an Olympic athlete, but think of the attendees–for there are skills necessary to win the opportunity to buy tickets of the modern Olympics. Computer skills. For us it began in the summer of 2011 when our UK based daughter Jennie... Read more »
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Titters about Mittens, from London

The Clip Blog With so much Team GB press slamming Mitt Romney’s gaffes , how can one Yank visiting in the UK pass up the opportunity to let the non-political politician step on his solid gold tongue? Given this is a bit like a clip Simpsons show, let me begin with Rupert Murdoch’s The Times.... Read more »

Twas the night before the Olympics

Was it possible, the night before the Olympics that I–the most non-sport person in the world—could be anticipatory of the Olympics Opening tomorrow. Or was it because I forgot to turn off the iPad in our bedroom and the flight path to/fro Heathrow was noisily overhead in Esher, why I had trouble going to sleep?... Read more »

Mixed Salad, Best Mixed

As summer sizzles, even in smoking hot London Town where temps topped 31 C yesterday—without the availability of air-conditioning I can attest the theater like Horrible Histories with a 5-year-old grandson in my lap was a challenge, salad comes to mind. And as any salad junkie–like me–knows, mixed is best. In catching up, tickets for... Read more »
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London Olympics Part 1--The Whoops

You know that moment before you host a party. That last minute moment when your guests are due, will they come—and you over think it all.  Do we have enough food and drink? And what about the ice given the refrigerator’s wonky automatic ice maker is dead? Well, sitting under an always grey (English spelling)... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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