‘Germany 10 – 0 England’

No, don't panic, you didn't miss England taking a penalty thrashing in a vital international fixture. This is just my personal take on the role Germany has in the world these days. How they are superior to England in pretty much most things, yet strangely distrusted and derided. Germany can be summed up as this. Things work there. And they work well. At a dinner party last year I was stunned into silence (it takes a lot trust me) when some casual racism of Germans just slipped into the conversation under the flimsy guise of a joke, which had it been aimed at any other race would have been distasteful to anyone. But seemingly, in 2013 it is socially acceptable to have these views. I am probably bigoted on many things and laugh at un-pc jokes so perhaps I should refrain from commenting, but I can't help feeling that this is somehow different. We all ...

‘A Tale of Two Cities’

I wonder what Charles Dickens would say if he saw London today.... I daresay not much, except maybe a request for a stiff drink. It is a popular rule to adhere to for the über -wealthy, that the three safe havens for their wealth in these rocky times are Swiss Francs, gold and property in London. The economic divide in Britain between rich and poor is discussed at length with commentators declaring that it has worsened and continues to do so. Certainly this government, and previous administrations have done little to turn the tide and boost regeneration. However, in my opinion the sharp and accelerated contrast evident in London is far more disturbing, and like many problems only now being brought to attention. Prevention being better than cure, it is now too late to address the issues associated with it. The FT talks about this as though it has only suddenly happened, but this has been ...

‘The Seven Year Itch’

No, not that kind of seven year itch. Sexless and/or loveless marriages are not high on my list of things to discuss right now. This seven year itch is my reference to the bored feeling I am currently experiencing. Nothing worse than being bored is there? As my parents used to say though, bored people are boring. So thats's nice, I'm boring as well! But really, nothing in the world is as boring as bereavement. Believe me. So, what exactly am I bored of? Missing people. Not crying over them. Not reflecting. Just bored of not being able to chat and laugh with the people who knew me best and let me be me. Bored at not being able to phone or text them, bored that they aren't at home waiting for me, bored of having no one to go to places with and even bored of not being able to just to bounce ideas off ...