I’ve been trying to write about tomorrow’s election for a couple of weeks now, but I’ve struggled. I read Dave Eggers’ 2013 novel The Circle over the weekend – binged on it, really, and if you haven’t read it, I urge you to – and it made me incredibly conscious of how many opinions we now try… Continue reading Better than this
Category: EU referendum
When fear is the easy option
I’m quite excitable by nature – it doesn’t take much to give me one of those mini-rushes of everyday joy*. The mere sight of Brighton’s white buildings against blue skies. Meeting dogs – any dogs – on the street or at the beach. Plump-cheeked toddlers. Pretty skirts and dresses. Pretty skirts and dresses that have… Continue reading When fear is the easy option
What does patriotism feel like?
According to Theresa May’s closing speech at this week’s Conservative Party Conference, “if you’re a citizen of the world, you’re a citizen of nowhere”. She’s not beating around the bush, is she? This is apparently who we are now. After our summer identity crisis, we’ve finally decided what to be. And between the suggestion that… Continue reading What does patriotism feel like?
On not knowing how to feel
There must be a German word for not knowing what to think about Corbyn. — Matt Haig (@matthaig1) August 9, 2016 Jeremy Corbyn causes arguments in our flat. He’s always coming around, leaving the milk out and putting the empty peanut butter jar back in the cupboard – metaphorically speaking. A couple of nights before… Continue reading On not knowing how to feel
What we’ve learned in the last 7 days…
The weather gods are punishing us. When Leave voters were choosing a long-gone year to send us back to, they could have at least chosen one that had a blindingly hot, dry summer. One with a hosepipe ban. On Wednesday night, I had a fresh, zingy summer supper of… roast lamb. Drummer Boy wore a… Continue reading What we’ve learned in the last 7 days…
Who are we, now?
I have always thought that writing is a lot like code-breaking. Especially when it comes to writing about something meaty and problematic – you have to sit there and stare at the facts, pluck ideas out of thin air and dismiss them; you have to try one angle, then another, until you find the right… Continue reading Who are we, now?
Fear is a fossil fuel
One of the very few things I remember from my final-year corpus linguistics class is that in the particular corpus (essentially a database of texts) we were using, the word “global” occurred more in the Republic of Ireland than it did in Northern Ireland. Now, before I go any further, this is not a criticism… Continue reading Fear is a fossil fuel