Bank Robber — The Clash
It’s that time of the year when people make changes. I can’t think of any other changes to make so I’m going to start blogging on Tumblr again. The last year and a half of Oxford has changed me immensely: I’m now shortsighted, fringe-less, and frequently to be heard unironically using the words “discursively constituted self-regulating subject” in everyday conversations. It’s changed me in less imaginable ways too: I live on a houseboat with a bisexual woman. VICE articles have been written about my exploits at Oxford, so I need not detail them here and now. But in lots of other ways, things have, of course, remained rather the same: I’m still single, the Tories are still in power, and, well, you’re all still fabulous.
Okay, so it seems like I’m not going to have enough time to post on here anymore — and in any case, I feel like I’ve rather lost the drive to do so. I suspect this is the end of my posting on here, but I’ll probably leave the blog up for the sake of posterity.
It’s been fun and I’ve learned a fair amount on here, but now I have new and bigger sources of learning. Goodnight, and good luck!
So, all my stuff is packed up, I’ve said goodbye to most of the people who are still in London, and I’m slowly coming to the realisation that not only am I really leaving home, leaving London, but that I’m going to Oxford university.
Well, hopefully I am, because our car won’t start. Come on BMW, what kind of timing do you call this?
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting very much these past few days, but I’m now on the home stretch of getting ready to leave for Oxford, and the actual packing has started.
(Yes, those are playboy bunny ears…)
— Noam Chomsky (via taintedsound)
Andrew Mitchell, the newly installed Chief Whip allegedly called one of the police officers at Downing Street a “fucking pleb”. Personally, I think we should be grateful for his bracing honesty; at least he has the balls to say what he and his public schooled cabinet minister friends actually think of the rest of us. I’d just like to add that if I was to call a police officer a “fucking pleb” I would find myself sitting in Westminster police station, without a shadow of a doubt. They should’ve nicked the silly bastard.
I wish John Oliver could be on Community more, but at least he’s doing wonderful things.
Now, I’m sure there are lots of things that I’m going to learn at Oxford university over the next three years, hopefully mostly about history, and probably about the astonishing amount of essentially toxic stuff I can put in my body in the course of a single night, but apparently the one thing I will not be learning is modesty. The first sentence of the Oxford University Student Union’s Freshers’ Guide was:
Congratulations! You’re now a student at one of the greatest universities in the entire world, and in all human history.
No need to blow your own trumpets, guys…
I also (finally) learnt how to tie a bow tie last night, and though I didn’t take pictures, I can’t pretend I didn’t spend half the evening wearing my tux shirt and tying and retying my bow tie…