So I think I’ve definitely made the move from my old blog at Blogspot. Update your links, etc etc. The format over here was just a bit too seductive, even if I’m not entirely happy with my layout yet. I’ve updated my blogroll – an eclectic mix of friends & the wider net.. am particular keen to get reading more good Oxford-based blogs, as well as anything on postgrad, journalism & the theatre.
Good news on the Oxonian Review website – I just commissioned a new piece today, & so enthusiastic is the contributor that I’m expecting a draft in tomorrow night! It’s on an exhibition currently running in Birmingham.. more to come when we have it!
Re-reading a lot of Caryl Churchill at the moment. I’ve loved her short plays (in particular) since I was at school – I think the best moments in reading (well, beyond the The History Boys quotation which I dig out with depressing regularity) are when it shows you something new about the form, when you stare down at what a writer has done with theatre, with emotion, with the language and think, oh, I didn’t know you could do that.
Last.fm, my source of free music, has started playing me really terrible Celtic sub-whine. One of the things I hate most in the world (okay, after, you know, cancer and war and all that sort of thing, in the same way you have to preface your ‘if I had three wishes’ list with ‘AFTER WORLD PEACE, OBV’) is when usually rah-rah-RP people (often from the Home Counties) assume a terrifying and terrible Oirish drawl on singing folk. I don’t mind folk (some folk. Nothing with small birds, or fields, or anyone’s widow having to raise their green-eyed child). I like the Irish. I hate closed eyes and bad accents as inflicted on the unwary. I don’t know how the website got from Texas (Sharleen Spiteri and Alan Rickman dancing a tango at Esso c. 2000? Anyone? It’s so bad it’s necessary to my essay reading) to this.