So I’m sure many of us have seen the video, and heard various opinions from both sides about the validity of Brand’s arguments for ‘revolution’, whatever that may mean these days. Personally, I can’t help but feel immensely menial every time I watch it. Here is a man, an actor and comedian, who was brought up in Essex and is open and frank about his drug abuse as a youngster, debating (really rather intelligently) with Jeremy Paxman, a man who has been interviewing politicians for thirty years. Ok, some say it wasn’t a debate, it was an interview – but have you seen Paxman’s interview technique?
As most of you who read my blog will know, I am now in my third year of university and fretting somewhat about the impending doom that is ‘being a grown up’. Granted, I have already done the real world thing once before, being a ‘mature student’, but this time I know what I want to do with my life. I don’t know exactly how to get there, but that’s another matter. Several of my house mates are sharing my trepidation at entering the full-time working world, and not a single one of us is entirely sure how to make our degrees work for us.
Of the seven ladies I live with, only two have come straight from school into university. The rest of us have taken anything from one to five years out of education to really decide what it was we wanted to study. For this reason we have all chosen subjects we are genuinely passionate about and want to follow into a career. However, we have all found one massive problem. Good grades and work experience just isn’t enough for employers any more.
Final year of university is definitely upon me. The late nights have begun, the panic has set in and, true to student style, rather than confront my workload I am avoiding it. With Harry Potter.
Like most people my age, Potter was a massive part of growing up. With each new step at school I was accompanied with Harry’s steps into the wizarding world. I had a new head teacher, he had a new defence against the dark arts teacher. I got a new pet hamster, Hermione treated herself to a cat. I was faced with my GCSEs, Harry was cramming for his OWLs. And so my life continued. And seemed dull in comparison.
Jane Austen is, without debate, one of the greatest British writers to have ever lived. Her novels have been read, studied and enjoyed the world over for a hundred years and are still being read and loved by millions. Personally I received my first Austen, a hard cover complete works, at the age of eleven from my year 6 teacher. I still remember he said it would only be a few years until I was ready for them. With more and more books being turned into movies Austin is still being adapted today, into films and television programmes across the world. She is a wonderfully strong role model, not just for women but for writers as a whole. She has also been honoured with a place on our currency (but don’t get me started on that, that’s a topic for another post).
Yet I am still baffled by the importance placed on one piece of jewellery owned by Austen that recently was put up for auction. The ring, which has been in Austen’s family since the writer passed it to her sister, was put up for auction, upon which American singer Kelly Clarkson bid and eventually won. With no arguments from any of the family or anyone in the auction house. Which is when the government got involved.
Gazing in disdain at the rain falling on the other side of the grimy window pane
Still but for the twitching of my ears as I sense the subtle whispers of your dinner being prepared