What happens to our social history?
A few weeks ago I was on the hunt for a photo frame. A parental urge to frame a moment in London; a birthday treat for my youngest. This urge led me to a charity shop (I have always had…
A few weeks ago I was on the hunt for a photo frame. A parental urge to frame a moment in London; a birthday treat for my youngest. This urge led me to a charity shop (I have always had…
In many ways life feels as though it is reaching some form of denouement. It seems that every group of people who identify with oppression have a voice, a very loud voice that demands to be heard. Social media has…
Pause long enough in a second hand bookshop and it won’t be long before you stumble across a volume that contains stereotyped portrayals of groups of people or views that belong to a bygone era. The very vocabulary and sentence…