The Plashing Vole

It's Tuesday. I wouldn't normally post this early in the week (it's quite a while since I was blogging 4 times per day! ) but th...

Last night I toddled along to a Dialect Night: readings by poets and novelists united by pride in their accents and divided by their origins...

We're currently running an Arts Festival at the university, and our department's Graduate Teaching Assistant Kauser suggested inviti...

I read a horrifying newspaper article yesterday about a global warming tipping point: that several recording stations will never again dip ...

I remember 1996, just about. I graduated from my first degree. I thought I had a lot of books and records ('twas merely the beginning). ...

I've spent a lot of time in airless rooms with alpha males this week. First was author Adam Thorpe, the very fine author of novels incl...