A few words about Jersey
Jersey is the largest of the Channel Islands. It is rich in history, culture and traditions. It has its own language,
Jèrriais and used to be a splendid place to live, until the local government started spending ludicrous sums on giant steam clocks, reclaiming contaminated land and - worst of all - turned my favourite pub, the Lantern Tavern, into a badly-designed toilet. Nonetheless, it is still a very beautiful place and well worth a visit (although I wouldn't spend more than £100 on a 'plane fare).
Here are a few Jersey links which might be of interest: Société Jersiase homepage; Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust (and some nice amateur photos of wildlife at Jersey Zoo are here); Jersey tourism; local news; local mis-management; and the Jersey met office.
Pull up a chair and I'll tell you all about me. My name is Simon Thomas and I am a world-class mongrel: on my mother's side, I'm descended from a whole raft of nations - Roman, Phoenician, Viking, Spanish... you name it, I'm descended from it; my father is Welsh and that's it, but it's his fault I get all patriotic at the sight of a sprouting leek. Philosopher, writer, teacher and actor - that's me. You're quite likely to find me reading in the
Inner Temple's magnificent
library, or stuffing my face in its neo-Georgian hall. I love theatre, music, art and Spain (which is really for the best, as my parents have moved there.) I am now an exile from the island of Jersey, home to
Jersey cows,
expensive potatoes, the
Jersey jumper and, of course,
Bergerac.
My extremely infrequent blog is here and published photos are here.
