This occasional (meaning I make no commitment to frequency) blog is from an American on a two-year work assignment in London. I have great fondness for the Brits, but am concerned that my ability to quote Monty Python sketches ("what's on the television? looks like a penguin") may mark me as a PBS-Britcom-phony. Right now, it's 10 days before I leave Philadelphia for London. I've got my UK visa, my Skype account, and a half-dozen passport photos that make me look like one of those assassins who they always reference by their first, middle, and last name (Mark David Chapman, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth) so as to avoid embarrassment for those with the same first and last name. Though, if your last name was Oswald, would you really name your son Lee or Harvey?
What of the title of this blog? I once spent four hours watching cricket on TV (ale was complicit), and at the end had no better understanding of the sport than I did when I began watching. So, I am determined that at the end of my two years in England, I will know the difference between a Cat-Wheeling Stump and a Corridor of Uncertainty (the latter pretty well summing up my life to this point). I got Cricket for Dummies, and am sorting my way through it.
The subtitle is the title of the first chapter of Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisted. Loosely translated, it means "and I too am in Arcadia,"
