So I’m in a bar on the Upper East Side, watching USA lose to Canada in the semi-final of the Olympic (ice) hockey, and as a sideshow my mate from North Carolina is trying to wrap his head around my national identity. ‘So, you’re Welsh but not English or British, right?’ No, mate, I’m Welsh […]
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