ENGLAND

An Indian's Feet-First Journey Into The English Psyche (Part 1)

One of the more admirable traits of the English is their curious capacity to find big pleasure in small things. It almost makes up for their tendency for Grumbling While Pretending Not To Grumble ("I don't wish to complain, but..."), and I simply adore the way they go into raptures over some activity that most folks in my nation of 1.1 billion would consider an essential non-activity. Take walking, for instance…
Chindu Sreedharan

The Hopeful Heart Of George Loveless

Of late -- this afternoon, actually -- I have been thinking about an inadvertent trade unionist named George Loveless. It is possible this had something to do with the fact that I found myself at the Martyrs Museum in Tolpuddle, a little English village in Dorset that I have been planning to visit for aeons. On my way out I stopped to investigate the old boy's statue at the entrance.
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How Real Men Celebrate The Year End, From Pala To Bournemouth

When I woke up on New Year's morning, it occurred to me that nobody had bothered to investigate how Christmas and the year end were different in my adopted home town of Bournemouth from what played out on the streets of Pala. Did the good people of Bournemouth start the day with an alcoholic beverage too? Did New Year celebrations include a visit to the emergency room with a stab wound or two?

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