
Maurice on the London Eye
I get asked about my accent all the time. When people discover that I am British and not Australian, Irish or Russian (yes, really), I then get a potted history of their trips to the UK and questions about their next trip.
Everyone has the same questions that largely revolve around places to visit in London. I try to be polite, but inside, I am screaming “Buy a guidebook!”. Sheesh – I haven’t lived there since 1996! The world has moved on since I was there – new phrases have popped up that I have to ask my UK-based friends to translate. That’s pants, that is and fair play to name but two.
Anywho, I digress …








Much has been made in the US media of the passing of the US newscaster and journalist Walter Cronkite. As a foreigner, I missed his era in its entirety. I was vaguely aware of his name and of ‘the voice’ from TV clips shown since I arrived in the US, but that is it. It is a different perspective, looking at this as a spectator. Someone asked me what I thought about him and I said “He meant nothing to me” … which was clearly insensitive, but true.