The Curious Englishman In New York

Day 370. Day THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY! Who would have thought I had the attention span to blog about something for over a year. Posting ...

Penultimate day with work and the Mountbatten folks. This. Is. Emotional!

Not saying goodbye to Rathbones would have been sacrilege.   After all, they have provided me with a lot of calories, messy hands and sore s...

Three more mornings that I can wake up to this view... and three more evenings that I go to bed seeing these reprobates last...

Where's the Mother and Girlfriend when you need them? You would think having lived in five different homes over the last five years, I w...

A year to the day I landed in New York, dropped my bag of at the Walcott Hotel and went for a wonder. Not having a clue where I was going, I...

To ensure we all remained true to our New York experience, thirty-ish of us headed to Yotel for a send off brunch. Mimosas, average food and...