The Museum in the Marina

Not pictured: the animals filling the Ark with all manner of smells. For the past three months the Orwell Quay in Ipswich has been the berthing place of the Verhalen Ark, a floating museum replica of Noah’s Ark. Inside this museum there is, among other things, models and displays of Adam and Eve (or Eva,… Continue reading The Museum in the Marina

Master Witcher, Master Gwenter

CD Projekt’s The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt was released worldwide on 19 May, 2015. I bought it on release day, despite not playing the first two Witcher games. This meant that during the scene in Vizima where Geralt is interrogated over the events of the first two games, my eyes glossed over as the history… Continue reading Master Witcher, Master Gwenter

Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts

On my bookshelf there is a book of writing prompts. I did not buy this myself. It was a Valentine’s Day gift given by a former flame. Along with this she bought me a bookmark in the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and a pin badge in the shape of a typewriter which has… Continue reading Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts

The Time I Accidentally Defenestrated Myself by Falling Out of a Second Floor Window at a House Party.

With each passing day it becomes more and more obvious to me that fame will forever elude me. I have no issue with this. I have written many times about my desire to remain anonymous. What I do lament is that often with fame comes riches. Thus, as the logic goes, with no fame comes… Continue reading The Time I Accidentally Defenestrated Myself by Falling Out of a Second Floor Window at a House Party.

How Gameshows Reveal the Sorry State of the British Public

British television is a constant topic of debate in my house. As I live alone, however, this means that most of these debates revolve around me standing in front of a mirror discussing that day’s episode of Jeremy Kyle. When people talk about the sensationalism found in modern television in showing the decay of society,… Continue reading How Gameshows Reveal the Sorry State of the British Public

A Perfect Slice of Banana Bread

Over the course of my soon-to-be twenty-nine years on this planet I have eaten many slices of banana bread. I have eaten other foods in that time too—but none of them have brought me as much joy as banana bread. This is perhaps why, despite not yet having reached thirty, I resemble Robert Paulson. Unlike… Continue reading A Perfect Slice of Banana Bread

Historiography and the Rise of Docudramas

The age of documentary is over. Docudrama is the new king. No longer is it acceptable for a tweed-wearing Classicist to wander the halls of famous houses and abbeys, to trek across battlesites, to sit in archives holding deteriorating binders of yellowing pages of fading ink. Simple facts are not sexy. To tell history is… Continue reading Historiography and the Rise of Docudramas

Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town

How do we explain the phenomenon of celebrity spotting? What is the biological, psychological or, indeed, metaphysical reasoning behind the response—that jolt in the senses—that comes with seeing someone who lives in the public eye? Is it a feeling akin to passing by a friend or an acquaintance—a neurological response indicating that you know this… Continue reading Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town