Happy to be home. New season, new rhythm. In the past four weeks, there’s been a lot of doing, a lot of attending, to both functions, and oft-repeated questions. I haven’t had the time to become nostalgic about the places I left behind, but photos remind me of the colour, sights, scents, flavours – andContinue reading “Coming home”
At festivals like these, I take only 15 pounds with me. No more, no less. Otherwise, it gets dangerous.
You think about the past, the present, the future, the rites, rituals, symbols, structures, conventions, and the people.
Sitting out in our wonderfully wild and unkempt backyard, eating ice-cream, reading & leeching off the neighbour’s reggae music. This has never happened. The house I live in has been cold all throughout the 9 months I’ve been here. This country has weather that is… you know. But this week, we have been walking aroundContinue reading “Good vibrations”
I’ll show you my Christmas Reading List. Will you show me yours? Mulk Raj Anand, Untouchable John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me Richard Wright, Black Boy Barbara Ehrenreich, Nickel and Dimed Polly Toynbee, A Working Life Polly Toynbee, Hard Work: Life in Low‐pay Britain Owen Jones, Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class Nancy Mitford,Continue reading “December”
This is why I love working in cafes: The guy I saw last week who had walked into my favourite cafe and scored an interview is working here now. Today, I asked him, are the caramel cakes any good? He lights up and says, “ooooh they are perfect.” 5 points, for selling. He shouts acrossContinue reading “OJT”
People from the college and university who have never been are always curious about Cowley. Besides spending a big portion of my time in East Oxford, another huge chunk of my time is spent at the Sociology department Not before cycling through some very pretty lanes. And then finding a place to put the feetContinue reading “Mid-term”