As we head towards the new year and every media outlet on the planet compiles lists of definitive this and that, I found this 2004 piece on my hard drive, which seems to do a reasonable decade-summarising job. It was a column for Arena magazine. I'm not sure they printed it, though I
In 1961 The City of London sold the 1831 bridge to Robert McCulloch, chairman of McCulloch oil, who wanted to attract tourists to his new resort at Lake Havasu. It's a little piece of England in the desert. Or something.
The first things you notice as you come in to land at Helsinki airport are the trees, millions of them, stretching away towards the sparsely-populated North. Then you see the radio masts, jutting above the houses, relaying mobile phone signals around Finland's capital city. There aren
17.01.03: 9.45am. Dropping through the clouds coming into San Pedro Sula, I get my first sight of Honduras. Sure enough it is of bananas, a rich green landscape of fruit plantations stretching out into the distance. This was the original banana republic, a country governed through