December 2009
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Zeitgeist for beginners: A brief introduction to...
“How quickly revolutions grow old; and, worse still, respectable.” G.K. Chesterton
Yesterday I moved to the East, after spending two months in the West, in elegant Schöneberg. Sandwiched between prim Charlottenburg and perennially radical Kreuzberg, this charming Berlin neighbourhood nowadays feels like an ageing courtesan reminiscing about her glory days during the Weimar Republic,...
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Blame it on The Thick of It
Last week I watched the TTOI finale and cheered when Malcolm Tucker was reinstalled as Master of the Dark Arts at No10. As a homage to the man and his innovative insults, I have been rewatching the previous series, as well as the Christmas special - What a delectable smorgasbord of profanity and undiluted filth! Oh, and I have also been busy condensing my doctorate proposal, although I have sadly...
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Of Mice and Moles
“The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” - G. K. Chesterton
I was going to write about my rekindled relationship with potatoes, after almost developing a phobia towards them after a childhood in Denmark. A girl can only take so many spuds. Especially if come January, they’re old enough to vote. But...
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Of Cold Weather
Today I acquired a winter coat. Not just a coat, you see, but a winter coat. These are a rare sight in London, partly because the capital is afflicted by a random amalgamation of meteorological phenomena, but lacks weather in the cyclical sense. Seasons in southern England are more of a cultural hallucination, a collective barometrical longing, than an actual physical manifestation. It also...