Alexander Armstrong: Britain’s Smiling Reconquista of the Global Living Room By our International Bureau Chief (who once spent three hours in a Moldovan airport watching Pointless reruns on loop) It’s 3 a.m. in Singapore, the air is thick with durian and existential dread, and yet the hotel bar’s lone television glows with an improbable sight:…
CBeebies iPlayer: The Last Empire Still Exporting Soft Power in Pajamas By Dave’s Locker International Desk In the grand pageant of post-Brexit Britain—where the Union Jack now doubles as a do-it-yourself ration book—there remains one export that still clears customs without a lecture on chlorinated chicken: CBeebies iPlayer. While Her Majesty’s Government busies itself re-negotiating…
Solana Price: The Global Mood-Ring Nobody Asked For By our correspondent in transit between time zones and tax shelters Singapore, 3 a.m. local time—while the rest of the city-state pretends to sleep, three screens glow in a co-working pod that smells faintly of Tiger beer and existential dread. On them: Solana flickering at $142.78, up…
Coop Live: Manchester’s Newest Temple to Late-Stage Capitalism Opens Its Doors—The World Watches, Slightly Hungover By our correspondent who still owns a Discman Manchester, United Kingdom – Humanity has finally built the thing it always needed: a £365-million arena bolted to a shopping centre, wrapped around a train station, stuffed with tacos, and christened “Coop…
**The Cassie Donegan Paradox: How One Woman’s Disappearance Became the World’s Favorite Spectator Sport** *By our international correspondent who’s stopped believing in coincidence* — DUBLIN—Cassie Donegan, 29, vanished from a pub bathroom here on March 3, and within 72 hours her name was trending in 42 languages, including Tagalog and Icelandic. The Irish Gardaí, still…
**The Curious Case of Noel Clarke: How a British Scandal Became the World’s Mirror** LONDON — When twenty women accused actor-director Noel Clarke of sexual harassment and bullying last year, Britain collectively clutched its pearls while the rest of the world yawned and reached for the remote. After all, we’ve been treated to this particular…
Beamish: The Word That Smiles While the World Burns By Our Man in the Terminal Lounge, somewhere between Reykjavík and Regret BEAMISH (adj.)—bright, cheerful, optimistic. A word that feels like it should come with a complimentary balloon and a dental plan. In the grand global bazaar of English adjectives, “beamish” sits in a dusty corner…
Olivia Cooke and the Curious Persistence of British Talent in an Age of Algorithmic Mediocrity By Our London Bureau Chief, nursing a lukewarm pint of resignation There are moments—usually at 3 a.m. somewhere between Dubai Duty-Free and the existential dread of another delayed connection—when one wonders why the planet still exports British actresses. After all,…
Red Arrows: When Austerity Meets Awe, and Everyone Pretends to Clap By our jaded foreign correspondent who has watched too many air shows from too many bankrupt countries LONDON—The Royal Air Force’s Red Arrows were back on the summer circuit this week, trailing their trademark crimson smoke across a sky the colour of post-Brexit passport…
The NTA Awards: A Glittering Ritual in the Age of Streaming Apocalypse By “Globetrotting” Gideon Graves, Dave’s Locker Senior Correspondent LONDON – Somewhere between the Thames and a Pret A Manger that now charges £7 for a sandwich, the National Television Awards unfolded last night with all the self-congratulatory pomp of a Brexit trade deal….
Mila Kunis, the Chernivtsi-born, Los-Angeles-polished actress, has spent two decades being internationally mistaken for “the one from that thing” and “definitely Russian, right?”—proof that Hollywood’s chief export remains geopolitical confusion. From a Soviet apartment block to the Dolby Theatre, her trajectory is less an American Dream than a very well-lit hostage negotiation between history and…
Gibraltar – A Tiny Rock the World Can’t Stop Fighting Over By Dave’s Locker International Desk From the Strait’s southern shore you can see the Rock of Gibraltar doing what it has done for three millennia: glowering at Morocco like an over-tattooed bouncer who suspects the next boat might be carrying contraband couscous. At 2.6…
