Fortunately I am fluent in Welsh and can divulge to you exactly what is going on here. Thomas and Simon are down the pub kicking various unpleasant stuff out of each other, as usual. “I’m going to America,” shouts Thomas, making a bolt for the door. “No you’re bloody not,” shouts Simon, collaring him just…
According to this Expatica story, Newsweek has had to ask permission to start a French edition. Does that just mean filling in forms promising you’re not going to torture the workers nor give them burgers for lunch, or do you have to buy the minister dinner and give assurances re editorial attitudes? (This is not…