The Crawleys Go Global: How a Yorkshire Country House Became the Planet’s Favorite Fever Dream Picture it: while the Middle East was being carved into protectorates with the precision of a drunk cartographer, and Europe was busy stockpiling munitions like a housewife hoarding canned beans before Y2K, a fictional Earl of Grantham was worrying about…
Noel Gallagher, the man who once claimed he’d “rather drink petrol straight from the pump” than reform Oasis, has quietly become the United Kingdom’s last functioning export that doesn’t require refrigeration, a customs form, or an emergency IMF bailout. While Downing Street lurches from self-inflicted crisis to crisis like a drunk tourist on the Ramblas,…
Sienna Miller and the End of the Empire’s Last Illusion By Dave’s International Desk London, Rome, Caracas—pick a capital, any capital—and you will find a glossy magazine cover asking, with breathless sincerity, what Sienna Miller wore to a film premiere you’ll never see. The question itself is a Rorschach test for the late-imperial moment: we…
