An announcement for all interested parties:
The third series of The Office (aired in the UK as The Office: An American Workplace, to differentiate it from the original) is due to start on September the 21st (8:30-9p.m. ET) on NBC.
This is preceded by My Name is Earl (8-8:30p.m. ET). Both are well worth watching.
Here's a couple of NBC's The Office vs. BBC's The Office articles, just to whet your appetite:
The Office Heavyweight Bout: NBC vs. BBC
The Office (BBC) vs. The Office (NBC)
My take on relocating from the UK to the USA -- Pros and Cons, Dos and Don'ts, Loves and Hates. Why "The Americanization of Emily"? -- It's the title of a 1964 film starring Julie Andrews (IMDb) and Emily is the name of my eldest daughter. (Email: violagoodacre-at-gmail-dot-com)
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Carolina Beach
Last January, for the Martin Luther King weekend, we went up to Asheville, at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Since then, we have been intending to try out one of the NC beaches, but had not had the opportunity until now.
It turns out that someone we know owns a three bedroomed, two and a half bathroomed (Translation: two bathrooms and a toilet) condominium that overlooked Carolina Beach. They lent us the keys for a weekend away. We drove down on the Friday evening after school and came back on the Sunday, spending all day Saturday at Carolina Beach.
The town itself is not beautiful, but the beach boasts lovely big Atlantic waves and a warmth that comes from the Gulf Stream. The area of the beach that we were in was very long and narrow, even at low tide, but one doesn't have to go out far from the shore to be quite deep. There is also a fairly strong undercurrent, so if a wave knocks you off your feet, it's not always easy to get up again.
Carolina Beach is also famous for the invention of the Carolina Shag. One might think that the Shag did not need inventing; that it has been around since Adam and Eve; and that it comes fairly naturally to most people. However, the sign in the picture does not point the way to a house of ill repute, but to a dance hall. The Carolina Shag dance craze started on the North/South Carolina coast and the term "Carolina Shag" was supposedly coined at Carolina Beach, where this picture was taken.
It turns out that someone we know owns a three bedroomed, two and a half bathroomed (Translation: two bathrooms and a toilet) condominium that overlooked Carolina Beach. They lent us the keys for a weekend away. We drove down on the Friday evening after school and came back on the Sunday, spending all day Saturday at Carolina Beach.
The town itself is not beautiful, but the beach boasts lovely big Atlantic waves and a warmth that comes from the Gulf Stream. The area of the beach that we were in was very long and narrow, even at low tide, but one doesn't have to go out far from the shore to be quite deep. There is also a fairly strong undercurrent, so if a wave knocks you off your feet, it's not always easy to get up again.

Friday, August 25, 2006
An Amazing Story
We were watching Newsnight over the internet and they covered an amazing story about a young girl who was abducted on her way home from school when she was ten years old and held captive in a cellar for eight years before managing to escape.
'Incredible' case grips nation
Vienna cellar girl 'our daughter'
What now for Natascha?
Although this is very good news that the girl escaped, she still spent much of her childhood in captivity with who-knows-what happening to her. Let's hope that her traumas are now over (ie not exacerbated by endless media coverage). It's a reminder to all of us parents that the world has more than its fair share of dangerous weirdos who look normal and function well in society. Scary, but true.
'Incredible' case grips nation
Vienna cellar girl 'our daughter'
What now for Natascha?
Although this is very good news that the girl escaped, she still spent much of her childhood in captivity with who-knows-what happening to her. Let's hope that her traumas are now over (ie not exacerbated by endless media coverage). It's a reminder to all of us parents that the world has more than its fair share of dangerous weirdos who look normal and function well in society. Scary, but true.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The Journey Home
After driving a total of 2375 miles in our hired car (spent £280 (approx. $530) on petrol), we drove up to Manchester. On the last night of our trip, we stayed in a TravelLodge (a motel) near Manchester Airport, where our sleep was broken by being awoken in the early hours of the morning by the fire alarm. We, and all the other residents had to stand around in the car park waiting for the fire brigade to give the all clear before we could go back to bed. It turned out that someone had fallen asleep after having lit a candle. As far as I know, nobody was hurt.
The real trawl was, however, the journey itself. The previous Thursday, the security level at UK Airports was increased to "critical" and pandemonium ensued. Even though by the time that we were travelling the security level had been brought down a step to "severe", the journey was still difficult.
We got to the airport at about 8am, but the queues were such that we didn't get through checking in our luggage and security until 10:30, so went straight to our gate. Boarding was slow as they were seating a few rows at a time and separating men from women so that almost every passenger could be frisked and hand luggage searched before we could get on the plane. They were so strict that they even confiscated Lauren's ball-point pen. As none of the passengers had pens, the flight attendants had to then hand out complementary pens (of which, there were not enough to go around) so that we could fill in the necessary forms for entry to the US.
The plane then couldn't take off until a full manifest listing all passengers had been approved by US Homeland Security. In the end, the plane left about 3 hours late.
Once in the US, there were more body searches and my hand luggage was thoroughly searched. Next, all flights from the UK had to go through customs. One couldn't just walk through the "nothing to declare" bit. About every other person was having suitcases opened up, but thankfully they just asked us a few questions and let us through.
We missed our flight from Philadelphia to Raleigh by about 4 hours, but they put us on a later flight that got into Raleigh at 10pm (3am in the UK). Unfortunately only one of our seven cases made it to Raleigh with us, which meant spending an hour or so standing in a queue to report the missing bags before we could get the taxi home. Thankfully, however, the missing bags arrived at our door the next day (two of which had been opened and searched at some point in the journey).
All in all, though, compared to others' stories, we came off quite lightly. We're also now thankful that we didn't take our usual direct flight to/from Gatwick, but flew to/from Manchester instead, which was outside the core of the hubbub.
Here's the latest on the police investigation:
More time for terror probe police
The real trawl was, however, the journey itself. The previous Thursday, the security level at UK Airports was increased to "critical" and pandemonium ensued. Even though by the time that we were travelling the security level had been brought down a step to "severe", the journey was still difficult.
We got to the airport at about 8am, but the queues were such that we didn't get through checking in our luggage and security until 10:30, so went straight to our gate. Boarding was slow as they were seating a few rows at a time and separating men from women so that almost every passenger could be frisked and hand luggage searched before we could get on the plane. They were so strict that they even confiscated Lauren's ball-point pen. As none of the passengers had pens, the flight attendants had to then hand out complementary pens (of which, there were not enough to go around) so that we could fill in the necessary forms for entry to the US.
The plane then couldn't take off until a full manifest listing all passengers had been approved by US Homeland Security. In the end, the plane left about 3 hours late.
Once in the US, there were more body searches and my hand luggage was thoroughly searched. Next, all flights from the UK had to go through customs. One couldn't just walk through the "nothing to declare" bit. About every other person was having suitcases opened up, but thankfully they just asked us a few questions and let us through.
We missed our flight from Philadelphia to Raleigh by about 4 hours, but they put us on a later flight that got into Raleigh at 10pm (3am in the UK). Unfortunately only one of our seven cases made it to Raleigh with us, which meant spending an hour or so standing in a queue to report the missing bags before we could get the taxi home. Thankfully, however, the missing bags arrived at our door the next day (two of which had been opened and searched at some point in the journey).
All in all, though, compared to others' stories, we came off quite lightly. We're also now thankful that we didn't take our usual direct flight to/from Gatwick, but flew to/from Manchester instead, which was outside the core of the hubbub.
Here's the latest on the police investigation:
More time for terror probe police
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Shropshire



Offa's Dyke

Offa's Dyke

An Elizabethan church in
Mainstone, near Offa's Dyke
On the first day, we went for a countryside walk through fields of wheat, cows and sheep. The next day, we went in search of Offa's Dyke. This is a big earthwork dyke that was built by the Mercian King Offa as a defence against the Welsh hoardes.
Ludlow
Ludlow is a busy market town on the River Teme. It has many tudor buildings and a rather large Norman castle ruin at its centre. One of my favourite things is looking around castles -- whether or not they're intact and functional. There's something exciting about looking around a ruin -- climbing up the narrow winding staircases to the parapet and into what were once rooms and imagining what it may have been like in its heyday.
Ludlow Castle

Eating Ice Creams
Blackberry Picking


Severn Valley Railway



Blists Hill Victorian Town

Saturday, August 19, 2006
The Family Tour: Part 2



Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Lauren's Birthday
Lauren woke us up at about 5am, excitedly exclaiming that it was her birthday. The reply was a sleepy "Happy Birthday, now go back to bed."

At a more earthly hour and after presents were unwrapped we caught a train to King's Cross, where we tried to catch the Hogwarts Express. Unfortunately, as we're all Muggles born and bred, none of us could get through to platform 93/4. We consoled ourselves with some sight-seeing around London. Neither Emily nor Lauren had ever visited London before, so they were as keen to see the sights as we were to show them.
We started our tour of London (led by Lauren's uncle) by taking the tube to Westminster, where we saw Westminster Palace and St Stephen's Tower.

From there, it was across the bridge to the South Bank for a ride on the London Eye, some street entertainment and lunch.
Next, we went to Downing Street to show the girls where the Prime Minister lives. (One used to be able to walk down when I was a child, but now has big metal gates and police officers with machine guns).
Next, it was Horse Guards, Trafalgar Square, then up The Mall to Buckingham Palace. The Buckingham Palace sentry in the picture was, I'm told, from the Coldstream Guards regiment (established in 1650) and has a medal on his chest that was earned in Iraq.
After ice creams in Green Park, we visited my favourite museum -- The Natural History Museum. Unfortunately, we got there only about half an hour before closing time, so only got to see around the dinosaur section. We'll have to take the girls again another time. We finished the day off with a ride in a Hackney carriage back to King's Cross where we rounded the trip to London off with a slap-up meal at Pizza Express.





Next, we went to Downing Street to show the girls where the Prime Minister lives. (One used to be able to walk down when I was a child, but now has big metal gates and police officers with machine guns).


Tuesday, August 01, 2006
The Family Tour: Part 1








Tomorrow we go to Cambridge and London (for Lauren's Birthday).