Sunday, 1 April 2012 11:22 a.m.
by RenewBrighton Popular
Way back when I was a traveller I was often confused and mildly insulted by being called a '' as I felt that, in reality, I came from the East. Confused, folks in Asia would then ask me 'But you're European, aren't you?'.
As lessons in childhood geography taught me, my island, , was (and still is!) exactly opposite to Europe: if we dug and dug and dug we'd arrive in Spain. That, as far as I was concerned, was about as close as we got to being European. On arriving in Europe I was fur ...