EDIT: My editor has pointed out that parts of this cover similar topics to Rachael Denhollander’s excellent…
It is a sad fact of adulthood that I very rarely go to the cinema. One excuse for this is the exorbitant cost of the Odeon these days — ‘these days’ being 2017 in Oxford as opposed to 2008 in Birmingham, where you could get a…
Living in the centre of a university city means I have almost unparalleled access to…
It’s 100 years ago. You’re a detective. You arrive at the scene of a grisly murder. A corrupt politician has been killed. The agent at the scene informs you that the attacker caught their ankle nastily on a nail in the skirting board, leaving a small pool of blood. You move further…
When I was at primary school, one of our jokes (I think we had about four or so) was that we would point upwards and say…
& the modern Khanate of collective conscience
