By any rational metric, I am boring.

We in Britain stopped evolving gastronomically with the advent of the pie. Everything beyond that seemed like a brave, frightening new world. We knew the French were up to something across the Channel, but we didn't want anything to do with it.

You're sonically racist, Americans. You think we all sound the same, whereas I have definitely a mongrel accent.

It's pretty physically unsettling, living life on a visa.

One thing that America is objectively exceptional at is overreacting whenever anyone accuses them of not being exceptional.

The British press are a group of unremitting scumbags. And sometimes they use that scumbaggery to good ends, and often not.

Attending a Sarah Palin rally was simultaneously one of the strangest and most chilling events of my life.