“Pakis” and “Chinos”

A mate of mine justified the phrase “Paki Shop” with the “if they can’t hear it, it can’t hurt them” argument. Explanations why that just doesn’t cut it have been trotted out for decades but I wanted to write a piece to get things clear enough in my own head to save myself from a useless, red-cheeked and blustering explanation…

A calculated gamble: Why we have to write documentaries

We’ve chosen a film! The team and I have found our story: La Casa de Carlota. It’s only taken a month of research in a language I started learning properly a few months ago and another I’ve got no hope of learning before I leave. A week ago, there were seven and a half contenders but no clear choices….

Tempest. The only T for me

Good morning. Actually, it’s cold, I’m alone and Trump (that’ll be the use his that word today) is “leader” of the “free” world. My flatmate’s narcissism, however, has become a surprising comfort. Braced for a day of FML political conversations, her incessant talk of girlfriend troubles, her snotty nose and other banalities are a comforting reminder that this…

Passage of the clock: Lessons of Spanish timekeeping

I’ve just moved into my new place on Pasaje de Reloj this month. That roughly translates as “passage of the clock” – a poetic excuse to have a think about time. Growing up, I missed the school bus every other day. Part of my transition into adult-ish life has been learning to get to things on time…