The New Era of Pop and RnB is here – and it’s British
Defining an artist is easy. ‘A person talented in the art of music,’ the Oxford English Dictionary tells me. Yet there is an irony in that definition. The tacit implication of an immutable confinement to convention, telling you exactly what you are and how to be it—a strain on musical culture
On the ‘para’ (পাড়া)
My childhood summers unfolded between the homes of my maternal and paternal grandparents in West Bengal, India. Each sojourn began in Kolkata, with legs sticking to the hot leather of an un-airconditioned taxi as we hurtled past blue-and-white flyovers crowded with towering billboards—‘Didi,’
Reform: the first anti-university party
Reform have had a tough time on university campuses. Last month, Bangor University’s Debating and Politics Society rejected a request from Sarah Pochin MP and Jack Anderton, a party spokesman, to give a question-and-answer session at one of their events. Anderton, a key advisor to Nigel Farage, ha
You can’t stay buried for long: On Ruins
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:9 Ivy breaches the masonry; It seems filled up with the past, as it indeed is. Did Sir Lancelot once ride here? Was […]
Heated Rivalry is Menshevik yaoi
I am quoting a friend of a friend. ‘Heated Rivalry is straight media. Love Story is queer media. She (CBK) is for white women and gay men with high taste.’ There is a gulf between gay men who like hockey players and gay men who like JFK Jr., between men who Carolyn dates [&
Prince Consort Ladygirl: Preshow interview
Red Threaded Theatre 4th-8th March O’Reily Theatre As we know all too well, sitting an exam is about the most stressful thing expected of us in our young lives. Our main concern, of course, is failing. But for the cross-dressing protagonist of this spirited Chinese Opera (translated into En
Women? The Convent?
Since British Vogue declared boyfriends uncool, I’ve been unable to stop thinking. Thinking, perhaps too simply, about the volumes of criteria we’ve invented and refined to categorize women: hot, lame; cool-girl, weird-girl, boyfriend-girl; mob-wife, homemaker. Thinking, perhaps too abstractly,
The Politics of Crewdate
The crewdate insists on two things: that it is extremely important, and that it does not matter at all. My first crewdate produced a story that gets told relatively often, much to my dismay. It occurred on the third day of Freshers’ Week. I did not have the faintest idea what the term entai
