I need to own up to the fact that I’m now twenty. I’ve updated my age on the little ‘About Me’ biography on the side but it still feels wrong. Then again, it’s clearly a nicer number than nineteen, and not since I was ten did I have such a neatly rounded age! (Those silver linings…) And I can also continue to hone my sweeping and unfair generalisations about ‘young people these days’ – like the strange couple that approached Joshua, Niamh and me in Queens Park café this afternoon and asked for food ‘because we went to the same school’. Not actually so stupid after all: if I’d have been quicker thinking I would have given him my salad. The boy appeared to have only just begun to master the art of conversation, however, as he introduced about five topics within a short duration and then wandered off looking a little bit lost. (For ‘lost’, you may wish to read ‘stoned’ – it’s really up to you.) Oh, young people! In my day teenagers would always tip their cloth caps to their elders; for this seemingly rapid decline of civilisation, I blame the Internet.
Anyway, fun times have been a-happening since I’ve arrived back home. My birthday meal at Pizza Express has now become such a tradition that the first time it’s broken is going to be a bit of a wrench, but it’s safe for another year at least. On Saturday I went to a photography exhibition to see Paul Vickery’s work – he’s an old History teacher of mine, who has the admirable guts to fly to Brooklyn and approach gang members to ask if they’d like to be shot. (Shot on film, that is. I don’t think New York shootings are preceded by a request.) We also had Book Club on Sunday, so I got to see Saoirse and Sanna again, and – as mentioned – today was the turn of Joshua and Niamh to have their day imposed upon. There was also the final night of the London On Film Festival at the Lexi yesterday evening: a collection of short films shot in or around* London as well as live music performances from an eclectic yet talented collection of London buskers. Hurrah!
(*I say ‘around’ because one of the shorts was very clearly not filmed at any London bus stop I am aware of. Kent, perhaps…)
Oh, and finally – my current homepage photo has been stolen from Joshua, because I think it’s pretty cool. Thanks!

Underground Underwear
Since this is a special occasion, I will show off my new ultra-cool TfL approved clothing, courtesy of Abi and Oliver. (Yes, OK, birthday presents opened two days in advance, but extenuating circumstances prevail.) Can we all please note that it comes complete with Overground lines too ![]()

Me, Philippa, Sophie, Oliver and Abi
Pre-birthday celebrations also included an outing to the delicious Strada, also known as ‘the restaurant where I have to pretend to scan the menu before ordering the Rigatoni’. Oh, and also: a hat!

Hatted
There is actually a specific meaning behind this particular hat, which I will reveal soon ![]()
Also, I should note that my monthly bundle of texts from Virgin Mobile has just gone up from 500 to 3000. Which is basically just a recipe for me to get really tired fingers! The automated voice on the ‘check your credit’ number can’t even be bothered to keep up now, simply announcing that you have ‘over a thousand texts’. Ah, progress…
And finally, the answers to the quiz!
From The Blogs: Who On Who?: Sanna about Saoirse, Lucy about Josie, Saoirse about Saoirse, Dominic about Abbi, Andy about Lucy
Picture Quiz: Odd One Out: Lucy, for not being in the (amazing) waffle house ![]()
Twitter N00bs: Alex, Nic, Lucy, Abbi, Katie. Obv.
Yeah, it’s easy to cheat for most of them. But that’s not the point, mmkay? [Spoilers in comments]
From The Blogs: Who On Who?
“I love her company; there is a total absence of a need for defensiveness. Something I can’t put my finger on makes her an exceptionally relatable companion” [Won by Saoirse]
“as lovely and hilarious as ever and buoyed my mood as only she can do” [Won by Lucy]
“You middle-class snob!”
“It’s nice that, despite being very different people in many ways, we seem to get on so well via a shared geekiness”
“I neeed you to mock my hair/clothes/life, and to become accidentally drunk before the event has even begun!” [Won by Lucy]
Picture Quiz: Odd One Out [Won by Katie]

Sanna, Abbi, Lucy and Sophie: who’s the odd one out, and why?
Place in order of joining Twitter, from first to last:
Nic, Alex, Katie, Abbi, Lucy
The very good thing about having done exams is that I now feel entirely guiltless about living a rather luxurious and indulgent lifestyle for the summer
Following the urge to escape Cambridge for a couple of days, I was in Sussex to see Lucy earlier this week, before coming up to London to take my mum out on her birthday present: Amongst Friends at the Hampstead Theatre. And the next night I was lucky enough to see Waiting for Godot – courtesy of Helen‘s generosity! – starring (wait for it) Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen. Which, let’s be honest, is going to make anything worth it. I’m still rather intrigued about what to make of the play itself, and I wish I could call back upon my A-Level English class for help ![]()
Have now returned to Cambridge for a few days of garden parties, drinks and visits to the fair (minus the sheep show, which didn’t appeal greatly) before coming home properly. As ever, it’ll be wonderful to hang out with everyone back home again, safe in the knowledge that I still have another year before I actually have to join real life. Can’t wait for Newquay!
So here we are – it’s the night before my last exam. It’s the History of Political Thought to c.1700 paper, which is unusual in the sense that we are guaranteed a question on each specified topic, so I can be certain that tomorrow I’ll be answering questions on Plato, Hobbes and International Law. I’m choosing to interrupt quote-learning for blogging, however, because it’s quite possible that immediately after the exam I’ll enter a euphoric haze that could last for quite a while. Plus I have a rather fun and exciting week lined up, so blogging there may be little!
Waking up to dismal European election results put me in a thoroughly bad mood this morning, albeit solely on the BNP angle. I don’t really mind Tory or even UKIP success with the same gut instinct: after all, there is a common community of political junkies which (I presume) works in a similar way that football fans do. Labour are my tribal ‘team’, and I am bitterly disappointed when they lose on occasions that I really and sincerely don’t believe they deserve to, of which Ken’s defeat is a classic example. But at other times, I think the grinding demands of the political cycle are overwhelming, and oddly enough I feel worse about lack of sizeable Lib Dem or Green gains than Labour’s losses. (Maybe not so oddly: I did vote Green in this election after all.)
In common with the vast majority of people, however, I feel nothing but disgust for the BNP and find any gain on their behalf deeply upsetting. Lucy put it perfectly this morning, and there isn’t really anything to add, but I would say that some of the reassurances we are offered about the far right do nothing to reassure me because they miss the point. No one is expecting the BNP to ever wield effective political power. (Unless there is some major social breakdown, of course, but then all bets are off.) It is perfectly true that very many more people are ‘anti-BNP’ than support it. But it is wishful thinking to believe that ‘anti-BNP’ carries much ideological commitment beyond a distaste for racism. Plenty of people who will never vote BNP nevertheless carry strong reservations about immigration and multiculturalism, even if this is more often just a vague feeling of dissatisfaction rather than a vote-influencing political priority.
And with every gain of the far-right, the temptation to shirk from an active defence of immigration and multiculturalism in favour of ‘tough’ rhetoric becomes ever greater. This will be admirably justified as reaching out and listening to the poor and disaffected, but it merely serves to implicitly confirm the premise that, under all of the nasty racism, the BNP do have a bit of a point.
Well, they don’t. And you might say that I’m bound to say this, given my support for a particularly multicultural vision of what Britain ought to be. It’s true: I do firmly believe that a multicultural society is by far a stronger one. But that’s not my point here. Even if you don’t agree, it is important to accept that BNP policies – or BNP-lite imitation policies – are utterly irrelevant to the real problems at hand. Attempting to change the precise number and composition of individuals in this country will not create jobs, build houses or improve service provision. Whether your neighbour is a Turkish Muslim or a Catholic Pole, you will all look remarkably similar if caught underneath rising sea levels or the blast of a terrorist bomb. The ‘planned economy’ character of a points-based immigration system is bad enough, but let’s not fall any further down this ultimately deeply diversionary route. It’s not just wrong – it’s shamefully neglectful of all of the people who need real help for their problems, not false words.





