IN THE LAND OF SHARP ELBOWS
Time passes in the New World just as it does in the old and people are people wherever they are. That, however, has never stopped some from playing up the differences and making believe crossing the Pond to earn a crust while the banner yet waves makes them somehow hipper than thou – even if in truth they may be feathering their nest with the pluckings of others. Blown your chances in the Old World? Find the thought of the chickens finally coming home to roost too much to bear? Fear not: just a relatively short flight away lies a land as yet unsullied by your presence in which to give your sharp elbows free rein once more. CONTINUE TO READ
