Tibet: a brighter future than the rest of China
A student responds to last week's article about Tibet
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A student responds to last week's article about Tibet
As Candy Bar, London’s award winning Lesbian bar announces that it will be closing its doors for the last time in January, this is a question that many gay and bisexual women have been asking. Candy is the latest in a long list of lesbian bars and clubs who
I was initially cautious, sticking to journeys through parks and laughing with unbridled joy as I left hapless pedestrians and the occasional horse in my wake. What chance did they stand? The bicycle was the vehicle of the future and I its shiny jacketed prophet.
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The word ‘fracking’ has become aligned with unconditional taboo in the United Kingdom in a two year interval. Strong public scepticism has been fuelled by the parade of paraphernalia arriving from the USA...
I was born in Kenya. I lived there until I was 10 years old. I learned to swear at someone in Kiswahili and Kikuyu. One of my fondest Kenyan memories is my first ever live cricket match at the Gymkhana Stadium in Nairobi. It was the 2003 World Cup and Sri Lanka were in town...
At least 120 Tibetans have set themselves alight in protest against Chinese rule since 2009. It’s the only peaceful way they’ve been able to broadcast their recurrent message: Save Tibet. It seems that their message has fallen on deaf ears...
Irony has always been, well, ironic. Take for example Aristophanes, great ancient Greek satirist of whom Nietzsche said ‘that transfiguring, complementary genius, for whose sake one pardons all of Hellenism for having existed’, and his play The Clouds.
This week's editorial...
“On a field trip a GTA is the best person to be”
I’ve always been in love with driving. In school, when I was learning to drive, my Physics teacher told me that he wished that we were in Saudi Arabia, where women are banned from driving, because then at least I’d shut up about it in his lessons.
James Ellis’ reflections on an ultramarathon