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The New Statesman, the Spectator, & the Shape of Water

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 —…

Living in the centre of a university city means I have almost unparalleled access to branded eats. There’s the sacred trio of McDs (592…

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…

The overripe, almost rotting melon smell of Diorella by Christian Dior is widely considered to be amongst the greatest perfumes ever made.

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 “Look, someone…

how to mock the self-important

& the modern Khanate of collective conscience

what does wine mean to you?

This post has no intention of offending, but I am guilty of this: I know that it will offend some, and I have published it anyway. I take…

where nostalgia wants you