Brexit: Burning our bridges

It’s hard to know where to start on today’s result. Like many, I’m still feeling regular waves of shock, horror and nausea when I think about what we’ve declared as a nation, and what impact it could have on our future and others’. I’ve refrained from blogging on the subject previously, because I’m not as politically informed as the many people whose posts I’ve shared, but now it’s become the only thing I can think about, I’m going to have a stab. Because I’m angry.

I’ve seen a lot of people on my social media requesting that we stop verbally abusing leave voters and tarring them with the ‘bigot’ brush, and that’s fair. There’s already been too much anger and personal hatred in this debate; in fact, that’s probably one of the reasons we’ve made such an insane dangerous ludicrous unprecedented decision. There are various reasons to vote leave, not all of them xenophobia, and I don’t want to continue the harmful scapegoating that’s already far too prevalent, but nonetheless, I’m really, really f*cking angry.

I’m going to do my best to explain who I’m angry with, and why, because I think at this pivotal moment it’s crucial that those of us who feel cheated and disappointed hold accountable those who are responsible for this mess. As I’ve said, my political/economic knowledge isn’t where I’d like it to be, but there are some pretty clear villains in this piece. Here’s who I condemn, and why. Continue reading

On opting out: How to make life choices when you’re a professional ditherer

On Saturday, I put the final nail in the coffin of my plan to do a masters. You may not know that I’d applied for UCL’s Comparative Literature MA, got in and even found some (very partial) funding, but for a few months at the end of 2015, that was officially The Plan. Then, over the first half of this year, I gradually wobbled towards a change of heart. And just the other day I sent the email that made my declining of the offer official. Continue reading

Rowan recommends: The Two Gentlemen of Verona by Shakespeare’s Globe

I’ve decided to stop calling these things reviews, because they’re entirely restricted to shows I love. This is because I seem to be chronically incapable of stomping all over people’s artistic babies on the internet, just in case they read what I’ve written. So from now on, they’re officially ‘recommendations’, dubbed with the coveted Lyster Seal of Approval. 

I went to a Shakespeare play at a castle yesterday. I know, I’m living the Radio 4 dream. Wardour castle is monumentally difficult to find, as I discovered to my cost when I spent over an hour completing a 30-minute journey, and my friend got so entangled in the web of single-track lanes on the way that she missed out on the entire first half. The castle is worth finding, at least – it’s not big, but it’s pretty impressive, sticking out of the hillside like a broken tooth and surrounded by dramatically purple flowers.

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Even in my poor phone photography, it’s not bad-looking.

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Review: Trygve Wakenshaw

An awesome perk of my new job is that I get to go to other gigs to promote the festival. This is how I wangled tickets to see improbably named New Zealander Trygve Wakenshaw at the Salisbury playhouse last night, having become an instant fan after seeing his show Kraken at the Edinburgh Fringe. As you’ll probably gather from the following, I remain a fan. 

People don’t like mime. It’s not considered cool, or even that entertaining. We expect, at best, to be mildly impressed by the fact it looks Quite Difficult, but basically it’s just a bit rubbish. Right? RIGHT?

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