Culture wars and comedy in the UK, the US and Ancient Greece.
”I’m speechless – got it, started reading it . . . it’s mad and funny and outrageous and although I’m not finished, I suspect it’s going to be overall quite serious.” Joanna R.
“It’s 1984 for kids.” L. K.
”I couldn’t stop reading it … the ending was really weird.” Z. S.
(you could call it a blog)
Books that spoke
Wherever I look, I see comedy.
My real name is confidential. Why? That’s confidential too.
I have lived in Swaziland, Zimbabwe, Bangladesh, Kyrgyzstan, the UK, the USA, France, Belgium, Mali, Moldova, Belarus, India and Laos. I have tutored a king, sat on a crocodile in Burkina Faso, discussed policy with five prime ministers, seen secret Soviet power turbines deep inside a mountain, crawled through partisans’ tunnels in Ukraine, lived in a tea garden, kept a pet sheep called Linda (until it was attacked by jackals), and been locked in a police cell, supposedly for interfering in an African election.
My celebrity dog has 28 million likes on TikTok and has been profiled by Newsweek and tweeted by Elon Musk. In the Natural History Museum in Darmstadt, Germany, there is a 2-metre spitting cobra which I chased out of my tent one morning.
I was once invited to become a spy, but decided not to.
I adore tinned mackerel and natural peanut butter but will not eat celery under any circumstances.
