Being a self-respecting Englishman, it is easy for me to admit the fact I have lived in the United States. Indeed, I embodied the cliche of the Englishman in not-so sunny California. Rather than cater to too broad of a cliche, I subscribed myself to the fog-prone coasts of Northern California. Granted, this was not as radical a break from convention and expectations as I had thought, but nonetheless, I was spared a horrid sunburn for the five years I lived and worked in and around San Francisco.
My initial arrival was an uneventful affair, though I did manage to somehow have myself conveyed to an area I would come to find out was called South San Francisco — not to be confused with the City by the Bay itself (and I do apologize for acquiescing to the use of pseudonyms). I sought shelter in many of the South San… Read the rest