The Half-Drunken Scribe

So this independence thing may actually happen. I mean, good for Scotland, I guess. And good on them for the way they're doing it. B...

I don't care for barleywines on the whole. Too cloyingly sweet while at the same time too heavy on the palate and in the stomach. Howeve...

  I enjoy the Olympics theoretically. Spectacle is good, controversy is mildly better, but the athletics feel like filler. It's not...

Despite the best efforts of U.S. Customs and Border Protection, I am back in the States. Now, I normally don't like to indulge in these...

Okay, fellow drunks, I'm out of here for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, I recommend watching Charlie Booker's Black Mirro...

The royal baby is due this summer. If you are at all excited about this and neither your line nor your wallet are about to expand as a r...

I was all set to do a quick, snarky piece on Thatcher . Had the Neil Kinnock quote all lined up and everything. Then I realized that that w...

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD Apprehension sets in when we arrive at the Bond family manor in rural Scotland, the name of which lends S...

The other day, a friend asked me about British writers and their fascination with dystopia. She referenced a scene in the television show Sh...

What the hell is wrong with you , Mittens?  And where are your handlers ?  It's one thing to write something stupid like this in your b...

"Even if one didn't know from concrete examples (the 1936 Olympic Games, for instance) that international sporting contests lea...

As a senior in high school, I got one of those cold recruitment calls from the Army (or maybe it was the Marines) that every 17-18 year o...