Phyl's Blog

There are some names that seem to have been permanently cast out of fashion, and way down at the bottom of that list there’s Phyllis. Poor, ...

As promised, or threatened, on my previous breakdown of graduation traditions , the Danish student hat, or studenterhue, is such a legend th...

You can probably tell, I wasn't overly pleased with the arrival of my polling card just 45.5 hours before polls opened back in the UK. ...

I drove Anna to work on Saturday for 3pm. As I drove home, the sky took on an interesting shade of slate grey, and an impressive lightning b...

I left school in Scotland in 1985. If truth be told, I didn't particularly want to leave school at that point as, at 17, I felt too youn...

When I moved to Denmark, I registered as a resident but wasn't issued a residence card because I was an EU citizen. Two years later, tha...

  What a fucking joke! My ballot paper finally drops through my door at 10:41 on 2/7. Next uplift from the post office in the next town is 7...