Britain's House of Lords is a second chamber made of compromise. We as a nation understand the value of a second chamber: it is essential for governmental checks and balances, for debate, and so that the government of the country cannot be swayed by current moods in electoral politics blinding us to widespread issues or... Continue Reading →
Ekiben and Britain
It's been really interesting seeing my country through the eyes of friends from India who want to see as much of the country as possible, and they have encouraged me to remember a childhood of holidays across the UK, renting cottages, and seeing the castles and countryside of Britain. I have always enjoyed seeing what... Continue Reading →
Meeting My Younger Self for Coffee
I saw this in Vogue and thought I'd do it myself.
Cher Lloyd was ahead of her time.
When was the last time you listened to Cher Lloyd?
What would I say to Mark Gatiss if I met him in the street?
A social contract for meeting celebrities, and a review of relating to somebody's work.
Robert Owen & The Prisoner: Harmony in America
You might think that the only connection between these two erstwhile passions of mine is Wales: one is a story of dogged individualism seeking freedom, set against the backdrop of Portmerion, a peculiar citadel on the Welsh coast that is woven into the narrative of the whole show, whilst the other is a collectively-minded Welshman whose work prefigured Marx and Jamie Oliver, but when they put themselves in the American landscape both The Prisoner and Owen chose harmony as the word that would best encapsulate their American sojourn.
The League of Gentlemen: Papa Lazarou and punching up
I want to investigate - coming from a place of love - how it came to be that League of Gentlemen had some, uh, Not OK jokes, how this might be changed, and what we can learn from the ideas articulated by and radiating from some of the more offensive jokes of the series - and from how beloved they always were.
Cycling in Europe / Learning to Cycle
A year ago, I could cycle, but I hadn't done so in two decades, and I'd certainly never done it in traffic - yesterday I cycled five miles through some of the busiest roads and junctions in the capital. How did I get here?
The Who?Siers: what it means to follow a band beyond success.
In the halcyon days of 2014 I went to a small gig by a band used to even smaller gigs. On the recording of that gig you can hear the incredulity in their voices multiple times over the course of the evening as the crowd go wild, singing and dancing with abandon. This is a... Continue Reading →
What Does Europe Mean to Me?
Expanded from a National Geographic competition entry.
Late Romantic 