For the past few weeks, the weather in London has been – what the Irish would describe as – “desperate.” Making my way to the work, a few soggy mornings ago, I caught glance of this shop front and despite the soaked and depressing concrete grays of the city at this time of year, it…
Month: January 2014
Harry Potter, Famous Dads and Stoke Newington
After two-and-just-under-a-quarter years, I have finally bid farewell to my pokey box room flat in Acton, West London, and moved into an altogether different pokey box room in the bohemian neighbourhood of Stoke Newington, North East London. The move coincides with my recent finishing of David Foster Wallace’s magnum opus Infinite Jest (a book that has single…
Why Even Bother
Without trying to come across as too pompous – yet doing just that – I would like to share a section from the introduction to a “Condensation of Animal Farm” published by World Digest in January 1946 and in reference to the writings of George Orwell. It goes a little like this: (Mr Orwell) does not hesitate to criticize…
The Best Book I Never Read
Killing time while waiting for a friend the other day, I saw this book on sale in a West London charity shop. Though on sale at a bargain £1, I didn’t pick it up. Something I may regret for years to come. I did, however, take a snap of the front cover because it is…
A Bit of Political Rap
It’s no secret that I hold George Orwell’s writing in the highest of regard (this blog is named after a column that he wrote between 1943 and 1947 for the British left-wing newspaper Tribune). Over the last 2 years, I have read just about every word the man ever put to paper – as to be…