Ros Canter: How One Woman and One Horse Are Quietly Redrawing the Map of Global Sport By the time most of us had finished our second coffee and begun pretending to answer emails, Ros Canter was already airborne somewhere above the dew-soaked turf of the Pratoni del Vivaro. The 32-year-old from Lincolnshire—population roughly equivalent to…
Paris, 8 March – If the planet’s attention span weren’t already shredded into TikTok confetti, you might have noticed that two very large men are about to punch each other into another tax bracket. Saturday night at the Accor Arena, Tom Aspinall and Ciryl Gane will contest the UFC’s “interim” heavyweight title—a belt so interim…
Laila Cunningham Doesn’t Exist (And That’s the Whole Point) By the time the Reuters alert pinged in Lagos, the Financial Times had already drafted her obituary, and a Berlin think-tank had scheduled a webinar on “Cunninghamism and the Collapse of Western Soft Power.” The only snag: no one has ever been able to prove that…
The World’s Smallest Great Power: Montenegro as a Geopolitical Punchline By Our Correspondent, still hung-over from a rakija-soaked night in Kotor The Adriatic has always been Europe’s liquid catwalk: Venice glides by in designer decay, Croatia flaunts newly-acquired EU pins, and then—barely visible unless you squint—Montenegro struts in borrowed shoes two sizes too big. At…
Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, where the map turns from cobalt blue to a suspiciously Instagram-filtered turquoise, the Hawaiian archipelago is once again auditioning for the part of “Earth’s Paradise” in humanity’s fever-dream tourism reel. From a safe distance—say, a glass-walled lounge in Dubai or a commuter train snaking through Seoul—Hawaii looks like…
Across the planet, “ranger” is less a job description than a Rorschach test. Say it in Nairobi and you picture a Kenya Wildlife Service officer politely asking an irate elephant to please not flatten the minister’s convoy. Whisper it in Warsaw and it conjures a camouflaged forest ghost monitoring Belarusian drones for the EU’s nervous…
Baltimore’s Birds, Beijing’s Bargains, and the Global Currency of Orange Plumage By Our Feathered-Beat Correspondent, Somewhere between the Chesapeake and the Chang Jiang If you thought orioles were merely a mid-table MLB franchise whose biggest export is overpriced crab-cake sandwiches, kindly adjust your binoculars. The word “oriole” is currently flapping across borders faster than a…
Yamamoto: The Name That Travels Faster Than a Diplomatic Passport By Our Correspondent with a Luggage Tag Full of Regret There are only two things you can’t escape in this world: taxes and the surname Yamamoto. From the neon canyons of Tokyo to the fluorescent purgatory of a Frankfurt business lounge, the name keeps popping…
The ground shook this morning—again—somewhere between Tashkent and Tehran, and within minutes the entire planet began its familiar pantomime of panic, solidarity, and opportunistic brand tweets. A 6.8 magnitude quake rattled the steppe at 04:17 UTC, the sort of hour when seismologists are already awake (they never really sleep) and the rest of us pretend…
Apple iPhone 17 Pro: The Global Countdown to a Pocket-Sized Infinity Gauntlet CUPERTINO, 02:47 a.m. Pacific—While most of humanity was still arguing about whose fault it is that the planet is on fire, Apple quietly booked every cargo jet between Shenzhen and Luxembourg for mid-September 2026. That, dear reader, is the whisper-network consensus for the…
For most of the planet, “Florida” is no longer a geographic coordinate so much as a cautionary mood board. From Lagos to Lisbon, the word has achieved the rare feat of becoming both proper noun and punch-line, a shorthand for the moment when weather, politics, and human ambition combine like badly-mixed cocktails on an empty…
Caracas, Tuesday, 03:17 a.m. local time—while most of the hemisphere was arguing on social media about whether a pop star’s costume change constituted a diplomatic incident, a pair of Venezuelan Sukhoi Su-30MK2 fighters punched through the night sky above the Caribbean. Their afterburners carved orange scars across the darkness, a reminder that in certain corners…
