When the emotional strain of the #GBBO semi-final makes you cry, you know that it’s probably time to get a life. That was me the other week. Friday night in London: there must be more out there than last week’s Homeland on our laptops. Off we go to find it. Starting in the Tate Modern’s…
I was so desperate to leave church by midday but couldn’t work out why. I sent round a flurry of texts hoping to find at least one friend who was actually in London. Someone who required minimal effort, who was fun to be with, who could cheer me up, and who got me. Thank goodness…
A friend and I were recently debating my old church’s strap-line ‘Delighting in God and displaying his glory’. (I’m beginning to question whether or not churches really need/should have strap-lines, but that’s for another blog post). We wondered if words like ‘delighting’, and even ‘glory’, really resonate with people and mean something to them. Do…
Yesterday I spent most of the beautiful sunny day hidden away inside SOAS’ library trying to pull together some thoughts about my first essay: ‘Does modernisation necessarily imply dependency?’ And I can tell you that it’s no small task moving, in just two months, from a place of knowing very little about development to trying…
I’m feeling the need to chart my culture shock. Partly because if it’s out there, I no longer have to carry it alone. I suppose this is a bit of a cry for help. And partly because I hope I’ll be able to look back in a couple of months and realise that I’ve moved on. Touch…
And so my first week back at university draws to a close. I am absolutely shattered and the muscles I didn’t know I had are groaning with the strain. Firstly, the muscles in my legs are weary from all that cycling, though I’m generally jubilant that my journey gets a bit quicker and easier every…
In a space-making endeavour, I am sorting through and chucking out lots of my old clutter. I come across a file of old university essays and skim through them. About to start a masters, I find myself freaking out that my brain is no way up to scratch. For goodness sake, when I was 20…
Well exci(t)ed about my imminent move to London. Having never really planned to live there again, I am bizarrely warming to the prospect of return. Am not envisaging this voluntary resettlement becoming permanent, but one learns (reluctantly) to never say never. My hear(t) language, with i(t)s dropped ts and lazy grammar, bubbles to the surface and I…
It was Richard’s flyaway reference at church to ‘some singles’ which set me thinking. Church is the only context I know where ‘single’ is used as a noun to refer to a person. For the non-Church folk among you, you can probably guess that it refers to a specimen of person who isn’t in a…
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