Nostalgia Blues: The Music of Cowboy Bebop
I’m watching tomorrow with one eye While keeping the other on yesterday. Shinichirō Watanabe’s Spike Spiegel has one critical affliction: his two eyes do not match. With the vision in one eye he sees the future, whilst the perception of his other eye is glossed over with colours of the past. Hi
Review: Fermat’s Last Tango
If equations get you excited and sums get you salivating, then Fermat’s Last Tango is the show for you. The show fictionalises the real-life story of Andrew Wiles (named Daniel Keane in the musical) who proved Fermat’s Last Theorem in 1993. The whole affair is sung: it’s a maths musical, or a
The Nine Editors, or, A Commentary on the University
Abstract: Born and raised in hilly Hertfordshire, this Classics Undergraduate, received his earliest taste of the Ancient World at the hands of The Usborne Book of Greek Myths, read aloud by his eager middle-class parents. Enticed further in his school years by battered Gree
One Paris May Hide Another Paris
Words by Marianne Doherty. Art by Oliver Roberts.
Clawing onto Capitalism: Subculture in the Modern Age
For many, Punk brings to mind a long-lost rebellion: a Vivienne Westwood-tinged era of underground DIY resistance, smoky cat eyes and youthfully optimistic, anti-establishment values. Yet, in Britain’s modern age, pop starlets wear goth-inspired pieces in glossy magazine editorials, and heavy meta
Never Mind Picking Apples
I. I want to tell you about the tree. How the tree was tall, how it held its height in the way tall-kind do, assured of presence, as if all its life the sun had whispered, you will be tall and strong. As if all its life, the tree had believed the promises of the […]
The Lunch
Based on Monet’s ‘The Lunch’, set in his garden at Argenteuil Jean’s cheeks flushed red. The tower he had been building had come tumbling down, felled by the swift gale of his pudgy hand batting a bee away. The pollen in the air made his nose run, dripping onto the smart new sailor-suit Mama
Invisible by Design: Druidism in Modern Britain
On a blustery winter day, I went to visit Glastonbury, really for no other reason than that I hadn’t been before. I expected a small slumbering town, a few twee cafes, maybe a garden centre. But the town was buzzing. The cafes were vegan and the most prevalent shrub, it was plain to smell, was [&h