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There are several explanations for why the British government has decided to ease lockdown measures despite our curve barely flattening: that the country is run by of a bunch of incompetent toffs who no longer have any upwards to fail; that they planned a May exit from the beginning and refuse to be put offContinue reading “Coronavirus and Climate Breakdown”

I write from New York. It is the end. I have just come from an underground jazz club in the Village, where Rodney Jones was shredding in front of a band all of whom were simultaneously improvising. Rodney told us about how his career began – when Dizzy Gillespie plucked him out of a schoolContinue reading “days 19 through 24: the end”

*this blog contains language and images that readers may find disturbing* It is Sunday night in San Francisco, a full week since I posted in the afterglow of our Nevada victory. That very night I got on a FlixBus from Las Vegas to SF, a 12 hour drive, which, if not in luxury, passed smoothlyContinue reading “days 10 through 18: dystopia san francisco”

As I hope you will have already seen, yesterday Bernie Sanders won the Nevada caucus. But as we’ve been saying to each other here, he didn’t merely win it – he destroyed it; he smashed it; he ended it; RIP Nevada caucus: you have felt the Bern. We did it!!! Wooooo!!! I came to NevadaContinue reading “day 10: we won”

As you read this, it will be the day of the Nevada caucus. It seems silly for the result of Nevada to come out and this blog not be able to offer reaction to it, so I am combining all my still-to-be-completed days into one blog. I simply have not had time to literally writeContinue reading “days 6, 7, 8 and 9: round-up”

Day 5 was eagerly anticipated by the British contingent, because it offered us, massive lads that we were, the opportunity to play football. Or ‘soccer,’ as you’ll be stunned to learn they call it here. This was our chance to show the Americans how it was done. Teach them a lesson. Make up for yearsContinue reading “day 5: it’s coming home”

I took the daytime of Sunday off, as I had had about 8 hours sleep in the last 72 hours, and I needed to recover from the previous night. Handily, there was a McDonald’s a 5 minute drive away, which Shaun was able to drop me off at. I bought 3 hash browns (thinking theyContinue reading “day 4: knock down the house”

The strip caucus shift was to begin at 8am, when the housekeepers enter the casinos. That meant a debrief at the SW office at 6:30am, which meant waking up at 5:30. I was obviously pretty groggy when I stepped out of Shaun’s house to catch my ride, but I was woken up instantly. I wasContinue reading “day 3: feeling the bern”

I had to be in the Southwest Las Vegas office at 11am to report to the manager. 11am is early in Las Vegas, by all accounts. The office is 20 minutes away in a car, but takes an hour and a half by public transport. An easy choice, I’m sure you’ll agree. The buses wereContinue reading “day 2: strip caucus”

Heathrow, 2pm UK Time. At the gate. A direct flight to Vegas, it seems, attracts a certain type of man. They wear a suit jacket over their jeans. They speak very loudly. Their heads are either very square, or very round. “Will passengers travelling in Upper Class…” Up they all get. They all seem toContinue reading “day 1: viva”