New York to London

This was my station during the fete: shifting paper-mask facial hair to eight-year-olds.

Because children put to manual labor is an English tradition.

There were some hard choices being made on that day, I can tell you…

I confess I never understood how Splat the Rat was played.

Not often seen on land.

Now I truly feel that I have experienced English life in all its glory.

Yes, total stranger sitting across from me on the train into St. Pancras this afternoon: please put your Sainbury’s crap all over my side of the table we’re supposed to be sharing.

Now on sale: Haitian sculpture.