My college was founded in 1662, which means it’s viewed here as modern.
the other people are not from the university. They are what are called ordinary people,
‘Here, this’ll interest you . . .’ I used to dread what was to come when someone said that to me
The linguistics side of it hasn’t been fruitful yet because the people writing about the basis of language don’t seem to be able to write.
I didn’t see people rooted in that town: I saw people floating through it, disconnected.
I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.
For the rest of us, life was demandingly, agonisingly, ‘creative’.
What was admired in the newsroom was, in this order: belligerence, the knowing use of macho jargon and the ability to drink alcohol.
The interview with Ken Livingstone didn’t go quite as well as I’d expected.
Steven Stringer, a foreign-desk sub, once changed the light bulb on his desk lamp and we lost that Sunday’s paper in the resulting wildcat strike.
the word ‘edgy’ put me off. It’s code for ‘the men all swear a lot’. (‘Feisty’ means the women all swear a lot.)
I’d become more adept at being with other people; I’d lowered my expectations of them and learned to let my mind drift into neutral when they spoke.
1970s schoolteachers who decided, for some perverse political reason, to withhold knowledge from our schoolchildren.