Cat Deeley: The British Export Who Conquered America, Then Slipped Back Across the Pond Like a Guilty Burglar By the time you finish reading this sentence, Cat Deeley will have changed continents again—such is the peripatetic fate of the Birmingham-born host who once seduced American prime-time with a smile sharp enough to slice USDA-approved cheese….
Morning Live: The Planet’s 24-Hour Pop-Up Republic of Caffeine, Chaos, and Quiet Desperation By Dave’s International Desk of Perpetual Jet Lag In the soft blue glow that precedes sunrise, the world performs its daily miracle: 195 sovereign nations agree, without a treaty or even a particularly coherent WhatsApp group, to pretend that 6 a.m. is…
The Tractor Also Rises: How a Middle-Aged British Blowhard Became the World’s Accidental Agricultural Prophet By Our Man in the Manure PARIS — In a week when the UN warns that soil degradation could shave 10 % off global GDP by 2050, the hottest export out of the United Kingdom is neither whisky nor royal…
Sam Thompson and the Curious Case of the Planet-Sized Personality Dave’s Locker International Desk – Monday, 09:14 GMT Somewhere between a Tokyo bullet-train bar car and a Lagos rooftop speakeasy, the name “Sam Thompson” is being whispered with the same nervy reverence usually reserved for crypto moguls who haven’t yet been indicted. Who, exactly, is…
Louise Minchin: How One Woman’s 3:40 a.m. Wake-Up Call Echoes from Kyiv to Caracas By our correspondent, still jet-lagged in Terminal 2 In the grand geopolitical casino, where chips are measured in oil pipelines and rare-earth minerals, Louise Minchin’s decision to step off the BBC Breakfast sofa last autumn might look like spare change sliding…
Qatar Airways: The World’s Nicest Way to Ignore Geopolitics at 35,000 Feet Doha—Somewhere above the Persian Gulf, the cabin lights dim to a shade called “midnight indigo” and a flight attendant glides down the aisle offering warm almonds as if they were tiny, salted apologies for the last half-century of regional turbulence. Qatar Airways, the…
Omaha, Nebraska—population 486,051, or roughly the same number of people who will claim today to have “always loved” whatever K-pop band just broke Spotify—woke up yesterday to discover its weather behaving like a geopolitical superpower with abandonment issues. One moment, the city was basking in an unseasonable 21 °C (70 °F) springtime flirtation; the next,…
RAW in the Streets: How Monday Night’s Spandex Diplomacy Travels the Globe By the time the first guitar riff hits in São Paulo, the toast is already burning in Lagos, and a bleary-eyed accountant in Mumbai is wondering why his VPN just died. WWE Raw, that weekly three-hour carnival of suplexes and soap opera, has…
Juwan Johnson and the Cheerful Apocalypse of the Global Touchdown By Our Man in the End-Zone, filing from a bar with suspiciously sticky floors in Paris It is 3:17 a.m. Central European Time when Juwan Johnson, 6’4″ and technically a New Orleans Saint, hauls in his seventh touchdown catch of the season somewhere above the…
IKEA’s Gustaf Westman: How a Swedish Flat-Packer Became the Unlikely Geopolitical Punch-Line By our correspondent, still recovering from a 17-hour layover in a terminal that smelled of meatballs and regret Stockholm—While the rest of us were busy panic-buying tinned beans and wondering which hemisphere would catch fire next, IKEA quietly appointed Gustaf Westman—yes, that Westman,…
The Curious Afterlife of Robert Howard on a Planet That Keeps Reinventing Barbarism By Our Special Correspondent in the Global Cynics’ Lounge Let us begin with a confession: typing “Robert Howard” into any search engine is like tossing a flaming skull into a barrel of cultural gasoline. Half the planet thinks you mean the Texan…
Drive, the noun, not the verb, has become the planet’s most over-caffeinated export. Every continent now manufactures its own boutique strain—Silicon Valley’s jittery hustle, Shenzhen’s 996 martyr complex, Lagos’ “hustle culture” with matching Spotify playlist, Berlin’s ironic start-up sloganeering delivered over oat-milk flat whites. We are, all seven point nine billion of us, trapped in…
