So it’s the World Cup … or as Stephen Colbert calls it ‘The Super Bowl of Football’. But nobody on the news is talking about the actual game.
Author: Ben Diamond
Letter from America, part 18: Penises everywhere
Sometimes I feel like I’m in my own soft-porn version of an M. Night Shyamalan movie. Instead of seeing dead people, I see penises. Everywhere!
Letter from America, part 17: Hot chocolate bombs
Just as this dumb-ass year comes to a close, my Stateside brothers and sisters have thrown up one last reminder of American ingenuity and the great promise we represent to the world.
Letter from America, part 16: Waiting for water to boil
Food for thought from Ben Diamond at the end of an unsavory year. In verse.
Letter from America, part 15: This shoe is a cake
We are shuttered inside due to a worldwide pandemic and our response is … “What if that couch was really a cake?”
Letter from America, part 14: Love and isolation
Like you, I am holed up in my flat for the remainder of this pandemic. But unlike my thousands of Facebook friends, millions of followers and three loyal readers, I am thrilled by this situation!
Letter from America, part 13: Words with an ‘F’
Thanksgiving. A time to reflect on all we have … food, family, friends and football (the one played with hands). I don’t actually watch football (either kind), but lots of Americans watch it on Thanksgiving weekend and it begins with an “f”, so I added it to the list.
Letter from America, part twelve: Nostalgic fiction and fictional nostalgia
Research shows that smell, touch and taste are strong evokers of nostalgia. Marcel Proust’s cookie broke in 1913 and it caused him to write seven ridiculously long and unreadable volumes.
Letter from America, part eleven: I went to camp with Jeffrey Epstein
As a young boy, I went to camp with Jeffrey Epstein. I want to disclose that the Jeffrey Epstein I went to camp with, befriended, and shared a bunk bed with was not the same Jeffrey Epstein who committed suicide over this past weekend.
Letter from America, part ten: Yesterday, yesterday
Thank you British films and British actresses. Thank you Lily James and Felicity Jones and Kate Winslet and Emma Watson and Keira Knightley and you too, Audrey Hepburn (born in Belgium, but British to me).
Letter from America, part nine: Where are your balls, Theresa May?
Here’s my burning question for Theresa May: Where are your balls? You’re an outgoing Prime Minister with absolutely nothing to lose and absolutely everything to gain, including your dignity. And you do nothing!
Letter from America, part eight: Bohemian Rocketman
Nobody wants to go on record about this, but I’m fed up and I’m taking a stand. There’s a pattern of British bands coming here, stealing our blues, taking our women, and criticizing America in their lyrics.
Letter from America, part seven: Come on UK, do something funny already
We are in a UK comedy drought. We know your political system has fallen to shit. So has ours. Neither situation is funny. Where are the stories on politicians defending Muslim women’s rights and in the same breath calling them letter boxes? That’s funny stuff!
Letter from America, part six: So you’re getting divorced …
So you’re getting divorced. That European chick, huh? She was never right for you. She didn’t speak your language and she didn’t share your values. She didn’t like your bitter beer, your shepherd’s pie, or your Led Zeppelin.
Letter from America, part five: Big Pharma chases Big Poop
Medical research has gone to shit! Literally! The New York Times reports that the US pharmaceutical industry is prepared to spend billions researching human feces.
Letter from America, part four: 21 Savage and the New British Accent
This week a curious, novel incident occurred. Atlanta-based, Grammy-nominated rapper 21 Savage was arrested by US immigration and faces deportation. He raps about the rough streets in Atlanta, Georgia, but he’s really a UK national who overstayed his visa!
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