Marvel’s First Family Finally Gets the Couch Tour: “The Fantastic Four: First Steps” Lands on Streaming, World Shrugs and Presses Play By C. Malone, roving correspondent with a permanent jet-lag headache and a suspiciously empty expense account PARIS—Somewhere between a croissant that cost six euros and the realization that the city’s entire Métro system now…
London’s Canary Wharf towers glint with the same smugness they had in 2008, but fifteen years later the man most Britons turn to for financial absolution is not a pin-stripe banker—it’s Martin Lewis, a balding Welshman whose greatest talent is translating compound interest into swear-free soundbites. From Lagos to Lima, the world watches the UK’s…
Lara Lewington: The Micro-Celebrity Diplomat We Never Asked For (But Got Anyway) In the grand, grimy opera of global media, most of us are but unpaid extras wheezing in the wings. Then there’s Lara Lewington—BBC Click’s resident tech whisperer, Sky News’ occasional “explain-AI-to-the-boomers” guest, and, if you squint, a one-woman soft-power envoy for Britain’s post-Brexit…
Royal Flush: How Prince Andrew Became the World’s Most Expensive Cautionary Tale By Our Special Correspondent in the Cheap Seats LONDON—When Buckingham Palace announced last month that HRH The Duke of York had been “relieved of his remaining patronages,” the collective sigh of relief from British embassies from Brasília to Bangkok was almost strong enough…
Michael Gove: The Eternal Rebound Whose Career Refuses to Die A global tour of the man who keeps re-inventing himself like a budget Bond villain PARIS — Every country has one: the political cockroach who survives scandals, reshuffles, and the occasional electoral Raid can. In France, we call them “les intouchables.” In Japan, they’re the…
Ricky Hatton, the stubby southpaw from Stockport who once turned Manchester into boxing’s loudest satellite state, has been exhumed yet again—this time not by a Vegas ring announcer but by the global nostalgia-industrial complex. From Manila’s sports-bar projectors to Lagos betting kiosks, the 2009 grainy footage of Hatton’s face meeting the MGM canvas is rerun…
Chester, the One-Name Wonder, Goes Global Bylines from Lagos to Lima are suddenly tripping over the same four consonants. Chester—no surname required, like Beyoncé or Cher or that guy who used to sell you weed in college—has become the planet’s most portable piece of gossip. Whether it’s a fraud-tainted West African fintech, a crypto-ponzi quietly…
Kate Garraway: Britain’s National Mourning Mascot and the Global Art of Suffering in HD ——————————————————————————— From the air-conditioned war rooms of Davos to the humid hawker stalls of Jakarta, the name Kate Garraway has quietly elbowed its way into the international vocabulary of resilient grief. Not because she brokered peace in the Caucasus or reverse-engineered…
Michelle Collins: The Accidental Astronaut of 21st-Century Fame By Dave’s Locker Foreign Desk PARIS—Somewhere between the Seine and the electromagnetic soup of TikTok, Michelle Collins has become the latest human satellite launched by the global attention economy—an orbit both dazzling and slightly radioactive. If the name rings a bell in Lagos, Lima, and Lyon alike,…
When Zach Bryan, Oklahoma’s favorite poet-in-flannel, tweeted a clipped video of Gavin Adcock performing a boot-stomping cover of “Something in the Orange,” the Internet’s attention span—roughly that of a fruit fly on espresso—pivoted from Gaza cease-fires and French pension riots to a Georgia lineman-turned-country-singer who looks like he could also re-wire your fuse box. Within…
Bargain Bin Planet: The Global Garage Sale of “Cars for Sale” By the Bureau Chief for Dimly Lit Parking Lots, Dave’s Locker There is a moment—usually around 3 a.m. local time, when the neon of the used-car lot flickers like a migraine—when you realize that “cars for sale” is no longer a classified ad but…
When Ravens Meet Browns: A Global Morality Play Staged in Pads and Helmets Dave’s Locker, International Desk If you squint past the stadium lights in Baltimore this Sunday, you’ll see more than a gridiron grudge match—you’ll witness a tidy allegory for a planet that can’t decide whether it prefers doom or farce. On one sideline:…
