Old people have always had it in for BBC3. Unlike the sleepy old BBC4, home of gentle documentaries presented by the lovely Lucy Worsley, BBC3 is an overactive puppy, full of rebellion and naïve excitement that spends most of its spare time engaged in an act of passion with the
It used to be that the world was an absolutely awful place. People were starving left and right in all those countries to the South, the hole in the ozone layer was going to kill us all, there was no more oil left, grubby foreigners were going to steal all
The most controversial of next year’s sabbatical officers is, no doubt, Chris Kaye. In an online media outlet that may never be named, we are told that the incoming Deputy President (Welfare) ran on a platform of a scaled back and cost-effective union, but is that really what we voted for?
To round up my three weeks of commentary on the Manifesto, I shall try and place it in Marxist thought. I was originally going to write a short critique of Marxist thought but it quickly grew to an unreadable length and so I have settled for this slightly less ambitious task.
People are always on the hunt for a place to party, a place to have a blast, for it to be a hoot.
This week the GTA describes the doom of the non-believer
Recently the Imperial College chess team arrived back from BUCA. After multiple rounds, Imperial managed to dominate the entire tournament. It was a great weekend of fun and exciting chess games.
Part two of Christy Kelly's history of the Communist Manifesto
Numbers. To the average Imperial student, they are part of everyday academia, to others they are enthralling and engaging, but for some of us they represent a punitive regime by which we live.
To celebrate the 166th anniversary of the publication of the Communist Manifesto, I shall be writing a three part series on the Manifesto: on its theoretical contents, on its history and impact and on its flaws and its position in Marxist thought.
I am sat at a pew in Westminster Abbey, filled with a sense of awe and reverence. Unlike the elderly lady to my right, her hands clasped in silent petition, I am not here for prayer. I am, however, here on a pilgrimage of sorts in an attempt to understand the power and limits of science.
Presenting as an undergraduate was always horrific. A lot of it had to do with that we (were all given the same project. Having to sit through at least 10 presentations on exactly the same thing, whilst noticing everything the other groups had done better, was not only boring but