The Plashing Vole

The phoney war is over, not that I think of the new term as any sort of war unless management is the enemy and we're the side that set o...

Apologies for leaving you uninformed and alone for almost two weeks in this disorientating, howling cultural and social maelstrom. It has be...

Here we are again – another Friday rolls around and I try to make my sense of too much week. Last week I read this article about Berlin u...

Good afternoon all. I'm sitting in the office wondering if anything's happened this week and realising that actually, quite a lot ha...

Hello all. I've been back from my holidays for a week now, and I would like to tell you that it's great to be back. But that would b...

OK, it's not as long as its author envisaged , but I am going away – first to a conference and then for a holiday on the ould sod. The c...

All staff got this message this morning. Excellent. I'm all for it. We have a large proportion of BME students and manual staff ...

What a week… what a week in public life. A Chequers away-day for the government that sounded as awful as anyone else's away day, and cul...

A grateful nation woke this morning to the news that the new Severn Bridge had been secretly ceremonially renamed as the Prince of Wales Bri...

A Poem Listing All The Things Thrown At Me From His Apartment Window By A Stranger As I Walked By One Sunny Afternoon One earthenware teap...

Bit of an odd week. Firstly, let's talk about the weather. I hate it. I evolved, as far as the genealogy suggests, a waterproof skin p...

Funny week this week - lots and lots of the more formal end-of-year administration to do, much of it important but also quite tedious, along...