So, essentials: I’m Euan, I’m nineteen, gay and I live in London. But people always still seem to ask where I live, which casts doubt on the point of writing this at all.
I’m about to start studying History at Wadham College, Oxford University. It’s nothing short of a dream come true, and I honestly can’t wait, so this blog may increasingly become my excitement about Oxford.
It should be pretty obvious to anyone who takes even a cursory glance over my blog that I’m a lefty, and a pretty extreme one at that. My membership to the Party finally lapsed, so I suppose now I’m just another disaffected and disillussioned youth. I can’t say I’ll miss the invitations to curry nights with Ed Balls — even if he’s the only man who seems to want to have dinner with me.
I think I can tell you that one day I want to change the world and be happy, but to be honest I don’t know how, yet. All I know is my calling doesn’t lie behind the desk in some corporate office in the City of London. To which end, if any among you should ever discover I’ve abandoned socialism and become a tax lawyer, then I give you permission to section me under the Mental Health Act. Actually, just blow my brain out. Just kill me. It’ll be for my own good.
I rather like Acne, Burberry, A.P.C and Sandro clothes; the writings of William Blake, George Orwell and Joseph Conrad; the music of Cage the Elephant, Arcade Fire, and Passion Pit; and the journalism in the Guardian, the New Left Review, and the London Review of Books. And alcohol. Really, I’ll drink the alcohol out of mouthwash if I have to.