I’ve stopped using Facebook and Twitter for Lent. I thought this might prove difficult, given how easy it is to log in and spend time on them without really meaning to. But it’s not. Change the passwords to something random you can’t remember, don’t tell your browser, and remove anything from your phone that might push a notification into your pocket and make your ears burn. Social media works by making you think that you need to be connected, need to be fighting off messages with a repost here, a witty comment there, a rebuttal there. But you don’t need this; you didn’t need it before you signed up for Read full post >>
Back at the start of November I went to Secret Cinema. For those that don’t know, it works like this: you buy a ticket and turn up at a predetermined location in character and in costume; details of who you are and what you should wear are sent out to you in advance, like a fancy dress party. You are then plunged into the world of the film you are going to see. Locations have been found that resemble the film. For two or three hours events from the film play out and you’re right in the middle of them. It’s very realistic, with high production values and lots of Read full post >>
Very shortly after my 30th birthday, when I still lived in Brussels, I went for a haircut. I don’t like having my hair cut, and I never feel very at ease; when I was about 15 a barber’s scissors nicked the corner of my ear, which then spouted scarlet until I turned green. It’s hard enough explaining how I want it cut in English, let alone French, and when the barber, with a heavy Maghreb accent and words I could not remember started gesturing with his scissors towards my eyes, I had a sort of embarrassed panic before realising that he was trying to ask if I wanted my eyebrows Read full post >>
There are times when an absolute treat just sneaks up on you. On Sunday morning, I was heading back from a birthday party, having stayed up far too late. Stumbling zombie-like out of the bus at Aldwych, I then waited an age for the next one, and in the end decided that, zonked though I was, it might be quicker to walk across Waterloo Bridge and get the train home. Muttering imprecations on Transport for London under my breath, I trudged along the Strand, past Somerset House, and turned left onto the bridgefoot. I was completely zoned out and staring down at the pavement, but then looked up to notice Read full post >>
Here’s a link to a post I wrote for the Nayler blog on this subject. The post itself adapts a talk I was asked to give at Westminster Quaker Meeting.
This was written a few days ago. There has been no internet access in Stadt Wehlen, so I wrote this offline and am sending it from Dresden. I’m on the train from Frankfurt to Dresden, a long journey. This morning’s train whipped out of Brussels on the high speed line, and then whipped on down through Aachen and Cologne to Frankfurt. I passed a couple of hours in Frankfurt wandering disorientedly around the seedy district around the station, looking for somewhere to eat and forgetting how alienating it can feel to be in a country and understand virtually nothing of the language. Leaving Frankfurt, the train was the same – Read full post >>