If Anglophilia had a twelve-step program, I’d need it. On the surface, I seem like a normal Californian: I say things like ‘awesome’ and ‘dude’, eat copious amounts of sushi, and consider the derisive term ‘San Francisco values’ high praise. But my not-so-deep, not-so-dark secret is that my heart is [...]
Earlier this year, a journalist friend excitedly informed me that, in a frantic internet scramble, he had managed to get two tickets to see David Cameron’s favourite artist, the ex-Smiths front man Morrissey. (I’ve always been slightly bemused by Cameron’s love affair with Morrissey, especially considering the singer’s famous comment, [...]
Without warning, Tomas Alfredson jumps up and starts wading about the room like a water bird treading over lily pads. ‘There’s a famous sketch by a Swedish comedian,’ he explains by way of a voiceover, ‘in which he’s walking through a meadow of tall grass. He’s walking, struggling through this [...]