Newspapers lost 31.5% of ad share in 4 years

Newspapers have lost nearly a third of their share of the advertising market in the last four years, with the dollars – no surprise here – shifting to the online and mobile media, according to a new study from eMarketer, an independent research company. 

The decline in newspaper ad share – which is far deeper than drops in the other legacy media in the same period – appears to be a direct

Tipping Over to the Dutch Side (2) - Yards and Meters

That'll be 3/4 miles, not kilometres...
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

My last post was about the little things I noticed during a recent trip to England that may mean I have started tipping over to the Dutch side. My Britishness is diminishing a little. Here's another example.

Sitting in my dad's car on the way to his house from Southampton airport he had the sat nav system on. A female voice was telling him about things that he should be doing in a few hundred yards. She may as well have been talking gobbledygook. Yards? I had no idea how long we would need to drive to get a few hundred yards further.

I realised I've gone completely metric. Metres I know. Centimetres I get. Yards means nothing to me any more. A foot is vaguely familiar but not a measurement I think in. Inches I fondly remember. But meters and centimetres are my friends.

Officially the UK has gone partially metric but signposts must display distances in miles and yards and not kilometres or metres. Length and width restrictions on roadsigns are in feet and inches and weight is generally still thought of as stones and pounds rather than the kilograms used in Europe.

It's taken a while to stop thinking of myself as five foot something and remember that I am 166 cm high. However, I'm now there and I recently discovered that tipping over to the Dutch side means that yards, feet and inches are now a part of my history.

Expats Blog Awards: Get your Commenting Hats On

ExpatsBlog.com is running an expats blog award and I'm on the campaign trail. You can help my "Expat Life with a Double Buggy" blog stand out with your kind words.

To help earn an award you simply follow the link through to the listing of "Expat Life With a Double Buggy" on the ExpatsBlog.com site and leave a rating and a comment. So if you're a regular reader and like what you read head on over and comment away. Of course, you can also leave a comment and a rating for this "A Letter from the Netherlands" blog if you enjoy what you read here about expat life in the Netherlands.

And whilst you're over at ExpatsBlog.com......

ExpatsBlog.com provides a list of expat blogs by country to help expats find relevant posts to read. A great place to start if you're looking for an overview of bloggers and information in your host country.

Tipping Over to the Dutch Side (1) - Being Chauffeured

As I already mentioned, I was recently back in England for a few days and I was quite alarmed to see how used to Dutch life I had become. I have realised for some time now that I exist in a world between being British and being quite a lot "Dutchified". But it would appear that with some things I have started tipping over to the Dutch side.

Left side? Right side?
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

Take for example getting in to a car. A very simple thing. However, when I was getting in to the front of my dad's car in England I had to do some swift, hard thinking about where I should be sitting. I was a passenger so I logically had to get in to the left of the English car. But this went against every grain of instinct because of so many years of getting in to the passenger side of a Dutch car so each time I had to do a double take before I headed for the correct side.

I started to understand why Europeans mutter about the Brits making life difficult with everything being on the "wrong" side.

Note to self: probably a lot easier in future to just wait for the driver to get in and then get whichever side they didn't.

There were a more things that seemed a bit foreign in England so look out for Tipping Over to the Dutch Side (2)......

Fluorescent Tape & Jackets: Taking the Thinking Out of British Health & Safety

Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

I recently returned to England for a couple of days and for the first time in many years I actually flew over. I was flying to Southampton with FlyBe and instead of parking the plane in the vicinity of the airport terminal the plane was parked in Rotterdam so a bus took us from the Schiphol departure lounge to the plane. (For those not au fait with the British sense of humour, the plane was not actually parked in Rotterdam..... but it was a little bus ride from the terminal. You won't believe the blank looks I get from non-Brits when I'm being sarcastic.)

We piled off the bus onto the tarmac and formed a semi-orderly queue to go up the plane steps. The plane was a little one. Well, not like a two seater little one, but it certainly wasn't a jumbo jet. The little plane had propellors, which were turning slowly for a little while as we queued to get onto the plane.

Surprisingly no one leapt from the queue to put their head in the way of the propellors, just to see what would happen. In fact, no one moved out of line and instead continued to shuffle forward to get on the plane. No deaths, beheadings, or slight mutilations. Common sense and self-preservation prevailed.

My return flight from Southampton a few days later involved us walking a few meters from the gate to the airplane steps. Same type of airplane. Same propellors but this time no movement from the propellors. Even if they had been moving no passenger was in any danger because a fluorescent green band placed strategically around the side of the plane ensured that we could not get further than the steps leading up to the plane. No chance of a confused pensioner heading for the back of the plane, no possibility that a tall Dutchman should bang his noggin against the wing and certainly no room for a freak accident involving a propellor and a curious passenger.

Planes in Britain are more dangerous than in the
Netherlands.......
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

And if we hadn't seen the fluorescent green tape lining the plane perimeter there were strategically placed people in fluorescent green jackets to ensure that there was no straying. In short, the only way any passenger was getting anywhere near the plane was via the steps and inside.

I've heard lots of expats in Britain talking about health and safety gone mad. I've heard lots of things from family, particularly when they are over here in the Netherlands and pointing out situations that would NEVER be allowed in Britain. They comment that the British are no longer allowed to rely on common sense to keep themselves out of dangerous situations - it's all done for them with fluorescent tape and men in fluorescent jackets.

What do you think: has health and safety gone crazy in Britain? What are health and safety precautions like in the country you live in?

A Foodie Alice Awarded ... For Mushy Peas

I recently wrote about my dislike for mushy peas. Well actually it's a little more than a dislike. It's an intense hate relationship. Mushy peas are evil. Evil. Anyway, where was I? Yes, I recently wrote about mushy peas as the one food I certainly don't miss from my birth country. And The Displaced Nation awarded a Food Alice for the piece and gave a very magical shout out for the blog post.

If you are not familiar with The Displaced Nation, the site for the global voyager, then head on over - you won't regret it.

This is what The Displaced Nation had to say about the award:

"Amanda, we award you this Food Alice for the feat of turning the typical “foods I miss from home” post on its head. That’s what it means to step through the looking glass. You’re a smart cookie and the rest of us would do well follow your example and focus on the “evil” accompaniments to our native cuisines that for health reasons alone, we’re lucky to have escaped from."

It's the second time in a short period that I am reassured that there are people in the blogosphere reading and appreciating my blogs. It's motivating me to get blog posts out a little more regularly than over the last year........

Bringing Up Brits Guest Post

Bringing Up Brits by
Meghan Fenn

Meghan Fenn, author of "Bringing Up Brits", a book about the cultural aspects of expats raising children in Britain, has a blog of the same name. She shares the cultural issues she faces as an American raising her British born children in Britain. Her husband is British, and she's finding that her children fail to identify with her American background and culture, seeing everything from a British perspective.


It's a fascinating topic. How, as an expat, do you share your own birth country and culture with your children when they were born elsewhere? It's an issue I've written about before on my blog Expat Life with a Double Buggy. It's not easy to instil a sense of foreign identity into children when they come into so little contact with the culture, people, language and traditions. She also gives a great insight into how the British come across to a foreigner. It's quite eye opening.....

So I was delighted when Meghan asked me to write a guest post for her blog. You can read "Standing Out From the Dutch Crowd, British Style" over on the Bringing Up Brits blog, and check out lots of other great posts and join in the discussion whilst you're there.

How do your children stand out from the crowd in the place that you now call home?