After 9 Years In The UK – Here Are a Few Things I Still Miss About the US June marks nine years of living in England. A few weeks ago I joined an American ex-pat women’s group on Facebook. I wish I had that resource when I moved here with a three-month-old and a two-year-old, it would have helped on things like figuring out your washing machine, the best way to do banking and maybe passing the driver’s test in less than seven attempts (but who’s counting that one??).
Back In The Saddle Again . . . Cowboy Boots and All Things Texan I had an unintentional blog hiatus over the last few weeks with travelling to the US and applying for a Master’s in Writing (here in the UK). Hopefully, I can jump over this writer’s block now that I have more mental space, and I can get back in the [writing] saddle again. Speaking of saddles, in part two of my series on reverse culture shock, I decided to visit a country and western store while I was in Texas
‘Alaska’ – Flash Fiction With An Audio Clip (based on a true story) I’ve been writing flash fiction and this piece called ‘Alaska’ is based on my childhood and an experience during a season of depression. I’m in Texas next week which means I’ll be writing more firsthand experiences with reverse culture shock, but until then . . . Alaska.
Here is the audio clip: [soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/94694135″ params=”” width=” 100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /]
A (Humorous) Taste of the Locals Around Where I Live (and a few pics) I’ve had guests from the US this past week which has meant a load of entertaining, cooking, making beds, etc. – hence very little time to write. I’m also off for a short holiday with the hubs, so I’m posting a day early . . . But I’ve wanted to share a little insight into my life here in Northern England (sidenote – any thing north of London, which actually is more south in England if you look at a map, is
Ten Brit Words/Phrases I’ve Adapted Into My Vocab (and a few more for fun) This typical conversation happens often in my world of an American living in England:
Me: So has Philip gotten back to you about that book? Brit Bloke: Not a dickie bird. Me: What? Brit Bloke: You know, not a dickie bird. Me: Dickie bird? Brit Bloke: Not a sausage. Me: Dickie bird? Sausage? What does that mean???? Brit Bloke: You haven’t heard that before? It’s Cockney rhyming slang. Me: And
A Cowgirl in the UK (and a Humorous Novel Excerpt) I wish I hadn’t sold my cowboy boots. They were comfortable, great for country dancing, and very Texan. Yet, I have to be honest, as there was only a short time in my life when I was a pseudo-cowgirl. Actually, I was a weird mix of urban-girl-wanna-be-but-not-too-much-cowboy trying to fit in, but never really could. I had fun though, and sometimes I kind of miss it. But eight years ago when we were selling stuff before mo
A Short Audio Clip From My Book . . . A Little Bit of Belly Dancing Twenty-five years ago I did news updates on the radio for my job at university. Today was my first time back on live radio since then. I did a 20 minute interview on BBC Radio Sheffield, which I hope to post later this week.
This afternoon I also made a few short audio clips from my novel, just to give you a taste. Yup, this one is on belly dancing, and it is a little over two minutes long. The main charact
Buttylicious?? In the UK, especially in Sheffield where I live, are multiple take-away places called ‘Buttylicious’. No, really, that’s the name. What is a butty you might ask? It’s Brit slang for sandwich. I suppose Buttylicious rolls off the tongue a lot better than Sandwichlicious. For example, you’ve got the bacon butty, the turkey and stuffing butty, pulled pork with apple sauce and crackling (fried skin my friends) butty to name a few. Apologies to all you vegetar
Cultural Blunders . . .They Keep Me Humble If someone invited you to a ‘Fancy Dress’ party with a buffet, what would you envision?
As an American, I found out that my definition was not the definition of my UK friends. And I found out the hard way. So here is what I pictured: and this: But this is what a Brit would envision: So when I made the mistake of ‘saving room’ and skipping lunch for that Brit buffet, I arrived to a small assortment of picked over cucumber and egg san
I’m Obscene (and I don’t even know it) Kids: Cheeseburger. Chicken nuggets. Me: Yes, I would like two (I put two fingers up to show the lady) meals. One cheese burger and one with chicken nuggets. Kids: MOOOOMMMM!! Me: Wha? Kids: You just swore at the lady! Me: Wha? Lady cashier: (Just looks at me with slight horror and blushes). Me: Oh. Sorry. I keep forgetting that if you hold two fingers up in a certain way, it’s considered an obscene gesture. The equivalent of