In this edition of the TMN Weekender, a selection of stories exploring the essence of Englishness. Ready to read here on TMN or in an e-book you can export to...
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week, we solve one of Earth’s trickiest mysteries involving bats, balls, and scuttlewicks.
Once again, our British explorer discusses the latest news with a talking dog while they investigate odd features of the English countryside. This week: iCloud and deadly mud pits.
Preparing for Britain’s big fat royal wedding, our writer undergoes a crisis of republicanism when labrador Ella questions his arrogance about the family that wears the crown.
A swear-laden review of some glorious cursing in pop music.
Sounds can take us home—even when that home belongs to someone else, and the sounds are of obscure gardening comedy.
The U.S. and the U.K. have much in common, but not postage. A duo account for the mysteries of two very different mail systems.
Pity the English. Not only are they cursed with bad weather, and the habit of talking about it all the time, they also fear eye contact with strangers in long corridors.
If only Shane MacGowan had been more persuasive, his Pogues might have been recognized as the greatest of all Irish bands.
Somewhere between the pub stage and the capacity-filled stadium is Ipswich, home to one of Britain’s most overlooked music scenes. Though why anyone would want to look there in the first place is anybody’s guess.
In the past five years the U.S. has had no closer partner than the U.K., and though it’s not always a perfect marriage, Yanks and Brits can still come together to solve a problem—even on the steps of the British Library.
When you’re a twenty-something in love with the urban life, parks can seem invisible. But, as they say, having a kid changes everything.