Integration lessons from an old man

Integration lessons from an old man

My grandad was an Indian immigrant into Britain in the 1950's. He taught me a lot about integration. Become new, was his example. He didn't teach me to wear yellow trousers. I learnt that all by myself.

You do you, America

We in Europe have much to thank America for, but it is time to realise just how different we are. It is perhaps time to give each other a peck on the cheek, a tight hug, and then go our separate ways.

Reasons to be cheerful!

Hell in a handbasket? I am not convinced, darling. I think that there are many reasons for optimism even in this current era of madness. A decade of rage, indeed, but anger can't last forever.

War jitters

My darling friend Margot, knowing of my geopolitics obsession, messaged me to ask what on earth is going on in Iran and how will it all end. Here is my reply.

From space taker to space maker

I love talking. Talking is my only real skill. I like to use my voice to help people, but a recent conversation with my sister made me realise that giving people space with my silence is sometimes far more helpful. I vow to (occasionally) shush.