Athens is a really lovely city, small and self-contained, there isnt the same level of corporate chains that seem to be omnipresent in the UK. Little independent shops and cafes proliferate – although it is notable that there are a great many boarded up places.
Having only arrived in Athens last night, I haven’t had much of a chance to explore, but you don’t have to go far to realise that this isn’t your average European country. From the moment you step out at Syntagma Square station, the poverty can be seen.
I first heard of Helen Keller in Primary Four when I was around eight years old. I can’t say I was awful impressed with her. I mean yes, of course it was good that she had overcome her naughty ways, no longer broke her toys in anger and very clever that she had learned to …
Yesterday saw the launch of the Radical Independence Conference to be held on 24th November 2012.
This gathering has been eagerly anticipated on the left for a long time. We are going into a remarkable period in Scottish history, one where we have the opportunity to shape the destiny so long denied to us.
David Cameron’s great vision for combatting the austerity being imposed on the UK is the “Big Society”. No-one really seemed to know what it was all about except that it involved people working for free. But as with all things in time it’s become clearer.
After booking what seems like an age ago, I leave for Athens this Sunday. I’m super-duper excited, and everyone in Glasgow will probably be glad to see the back of me as I’ve gone on about little else for the last month.
Growing up in the 1970s, I didnt have the most politically correct upbringing. A gollywog adorned the jam jar I stared blankly at as I woke up over my morning toast, in school we read “Little Black Sambo” – complete with illustrations, for pleasure I read about how evil Gollywogs were, courtesy of Enid Blyton, …
In an earlier post on pro-feminism, I made a slightly offhand allusion, picked up on by some careful readers, to something which does the rounds among feminist groups but is rarely spoken of openly, when I suggested that men who identified as “feminists” were often perceived as creepy sexual predators.
Idly flicking through the stats for Village Aunties, a multi-author feminist blog, I write for from time to time, I came across something strange. Despite this being a Scottish blog, the majority of its readers would appear to be from India.