We were both speaking English during our three-hour flight from Cayman to Houston, this Barbadian fellow and I, but I recognised only about ...

We all have our favourite expressions. Some we use all the time, others we let slip into disuse. Some are for public consumption, others for...

The new owners of The Compass (our weekdays newspaper) have announced that it won’t publish any more anonymous letters, either online or in...

This is the third and last summary of the Saturday breakfast meetings of an engineer (my Canadian friend Gerry, who died last month) and an ...

Travel is supposed to broaden the mind, though it doesn’t always. Most expats return home greatly changed by their exposure to foreign cultu...

“Noise pollution” is a common complaint in society these days, isn’t it? Neighbours can be taken to court for rowdy parties, and for too-lou...

The other week, 85% of Cayman’s 18,000 eligible voters voted in our first election since 2009. The 18 elected Members of our home-rule Legis...

Not all our breakfast meetings were productive, Gerry’s and mine. There were many subjects that just didn’t lend themselves to give-and-take...

Every Saturday morning for the past four or five years, Gerry and I met for a buffet breakfast at one of the hotels along The Beach. For twe...

After our family moved from the bush to Toowoomba, and whenever I was at home for the weekend during the football season, my Dad and I walke...