Alan Brazil: When a Breakfast Show Becomes a Geopolitical Barometer By Our Man in the Departures Lounge, Dave’s Locker International Desk The name “Alan Brazil” sounds like a low-budget airline you’d regret booking at 3 a.m., yet it belongs to a man who has somehow turned fried eggs, betting odds, and the pre-caffeine grumbles of…
Scratch marks the spot—whether on a lottery ticket in Lagos, a DJ’s vinyl in Berlin, or the arm of a refugee who just realized the camp’s Wi-Fi password is “Password123.” The word itself is a global chameleon: noun, verb, existential sigh. Peel back one layer and you find the entire planet trying to itch an…
An International Field Guide to Personal Injury Attorneys, or How to Monetize Gravity By the time you finish reading this sentence, at least four people on four different continents will have slipped, tripped, or otherwise obeyed Newton’s least-favorite law and discovered that the ground is not, in fact, optional. Enter the personal injury attorney—part litigator,…
The Transnational Ballet of Gargantuan Steel and Litigious Grace By Diego “Diesel” Morales, Senior Correspondent, Dave’s Locker Somewhere between the Malacca Strait and the M6 outside Birmingham, an eighteen-wheeler hauling Vietnamese sneakers took a corner too fast, scattering its cargo like a piñata of global capitalism. Within minutes, a German insurer, a Singaporean logistics firm,…
NEWSROUND: THE PLANET’S DAILY DOSE OF WHIPLASH, NOW WITH EXTRA SCHADENFREUDE By Our Correspondent, filed from Somewhere with Spotty Wi-Fi The word “newsround” used to sound quaint—like something a BBC announcer chirped between puppet segments while your toast burned. Today, however, it is the metronome of global anxiety: an endless, algorithm-curated carousel of triumph and…
Terence Crawford and the Quiet Art of Global Violence By A. Serrano, Foreign Correspondent (currently hiding from creditors in a Moldovan airport bar) Omaha, Nebraska—birthplace of TV dinners, Warren Buffett, and now the planet’s most polite destroyer of men. Terence “Bud” Crawford has, in the grand tradition of American exports, taken something provincial (the Midwestern…
Crash Course in Global Capitalism: The Car Accident Lawyer as Diplomat, Debt-Collector, and Existential Witness Dispatch from the intersection of rubber, asphalt, and human folly – everywhere and nowhere at once. By the time you finish this sentence, roughly nine fender-benders will have blossomed across the planet like ugly metal flowers. In São Paulo, a…
Cincinnati Weather: A Global Parable in Fahrenheit Geneva—While the Security Council debates grain corridors and methane pledges, an equally decisive front is shaping up 4,200 miles away on the banks of the Ohio River. Cincinnati, population 309,000, is currently auditioning for the role of “Atlantis with Skyline Chili.” The city has spent the last month…
Hawaii News Now: Sunrise from the Edge of Empire By Our Man in the Lagoon, filed via coconut-scented sat-phone Somewhere between the ninth breaking-news push alert and the tenth advert for reef-safe sunscreen, the global viewer is reminded—via Hawaii News Now—that paradise is not immune to the algorithmic indigestion afflicting the rest of the planet….
Gege Akutami’s Next Manga: The Planet Holds Its Breath While Shōnen Jump’s C-suite Holds Its Wallet By Dave’s Locker International Desk When Shūeisha confirmed last night that Gege Akutami’s follow-up to *Jujutsu Kaisen* will debut “after a short break,” global markets reacted with the kind of cool rationality usually reserved for crypto booms or North…
PORTLAOISE, Ireland – While the rest of the planet argues over whose apocalypse is scheduled first—climate, debt, or the next smartphone update—three hundred men in pastel slacks have retreated to a sodden island to ritualistically chase a ball and pretend the 21st century isn’t happening. Welcome to the Irish Open, the European Tour’s annual reminder…
Phil Collins, the balding British everyman whose drumsticks once thundered across stadiums like low-yield artillery, has become an unlikely barometer of planetary decline. While the man himself now shuffles on titanium hips through a quiet life in Switzerland—tax-efficiently close to his Geneva vault—his back-catalogue has metastasised into a global lingua franca of resignation. From Manila…
