Formula One Is Back
In which I unpack the events of the Australian Grand Prix, question Redbull’s morals and standards, and try to avoid eye contact with my fellow Scuderia
Red Shirts On
In which we usher in the new year, make predictions for the up coming season, and I attempt to justify becoming a Man Utd fan in this year of our lord 2025.
The F1 Summer Saga Wrap-Up
In which I minorly criticise Lando Norris, blame the universe for George Russell’s misfortunes, and question whether the ‘Summer Break’ can really be referred to as a break.
That Laddie Hamilton (That Just Wins All The Time)
In which my reaction to Silverstone is recapped, Lewis Hamilton is nothing short of perfection, and I make an insanely accurate prediction (that I wish I’d put money on).
The Kimi Antonelli Problem
In which the concept of a wonder kid is critiqued, Mercedes career decisions are also critiqued, and I manage to get a good dig in at Jos Verstappen as well.
Ford vs. The Entire F1 Community
In which I reminisce about Le Mans’66, Ford Motorcars is heavy in the plot, and my Dad’s opinions on sport are questioned.
Charles Leclerc, Prince of Ferrari
In which I literally nearly die, the Monaco Grand Prix happens, and a curse is finally broken
The Stone Gods: Political Ecocide, the Utopian Compass and Transcendence in Post-Apocalyptic Dystopian Fiction (3/3)
Part three of three – in which the apocalypse is used as a metaphor for utopia?? Hope Jennings is the sci-fi master, and the climate crisis is delightfully dreadful
Roadside Picnic: Progress, (Un)freedom and the Possibility of Utopia in Dystopian Science Fiction (2/3)
Part two of three, in which Russian literature is explored, aliens stop for a picnic snack on Earth, and freedom isn’t always as good as it sounds
Lando Has Landed
In which LANDO NORRIS WINS THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX, I almost have a heart attack on the sofa, and someone’s nose is busted.
Swastika Night: The Reclamation of Knowledge, Hope, and the Utopian Impulse in Politically Critical Dystopian Fiction (1/3)
The first of three essays – in which the utopian impulses in Swastika Night are delved into, the political structure of 1930s novels are dissected, and books are the greatest weapon against authoritarianism
We Should Totally Just Stab Caesar! (The Politics of Friendship in Mean Girls and Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar) aka My Dissertation
an 8,000 word document explaining in great detail why Mean Girls (2004) is actually an adaptation of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.
Fetishes, The Flaneuse, and Urban Feminism
In which Agnes Varda’s Cleo 9 a 5 is analysed, the concept of the flaneuse is deconstructed, and women wanderers are celebrated
The Devil’s Quartet
In which four adults act like teenagers, band culture is criticised, and high school is replicated in touring wagons
A Commentary on Banana Bread and Isolation
In which banana bread is crucial to society, self isolation brings out and kills the human spirit, and my adolescence has slipped away without my realising it
A (Ludicrously Capacious) Bag Tour
In which I deconstruct what’s in my bag, without much meaning, and hope it tells you something about me
Barbie d. Greta Gerwig (2023)
In which Greta Gerwig is a genius, Barbie has been corrupted by the patriarchy and some men lack media literacy.
Reactionary Notes On Speak Now (TV)
In which I dive into Taylor Swift’s new album, express my love for Long Live, and am both surprised and disappointed at the same time
A Brief Coffee Order
In which coffee comes to the forefront of imagery, self-love is considered but eventually discarded, and I assign a beverage a situation.
What We (Women) Do In The Kitchen
In which I attempt to reclaim an insult, exercise my aching poetry muscles, and briefly had to consult a German dictionary.
Everything I Introduce At The Beginning Comes Back At The End
In which the great god Pan dies, history’s muse is born, and I accredit many artists’ magnum opuses to her
Boom, Butterfly Effect
In which the apocalypse is in full swing, two brothers do not get along, and I attempt an accent tonal writing which is not my own.
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