Arts venue mugs off a generation, elder member of said generation mugs off the arts venue. And so the cycle continues.
I lost my mind and wrote 3,000 words about bridges, tunnels, ferries, and so on.
There are, depending on how you count, about 60 ways of crossing the Thames in London. That includes everything within the M25, and also the M25 crossings itself – a definition which involves counting things that aren’t really London, but somehow feels right. But! Which one is the best?
It’s minor political party time as I dig into the weirder bits of UK electoral history for the NS.
Is Suicide Squad objectively the worst film ever to have won an Oscar? I decided to find out.
I have achieved my final form and turned the magazine you read when you drink alone in a Wetherspoons in some brilliant #content for the New Statesman!
Here’s me bitching about that stupid viral video where Simon Sinek pretends to be sad about millennials not having alarm clocks.
Imagine a dystopian world in which I was asked to evaluate how plausible the premises in the first two series of Black Mirror were.