The labour bazaar is a collection of men garbed in every colour of mourning, reeking of humanity and unwashed clothes, arranged in ranks of three or four across. Most stand silently, staring down at the ground with a look of resignation, their work-worn hands ingrained with dirt, clenched into fists
And then what happened, happened. We looked around Rijeka. We found a genuine restaurant, where they served fish and not pizza. We drank more red wine and instead of fish we ate octopus, prepared according to some old recipe which only the restaurant proprietor knew, because he’d learnt it from hi
Edmond popped the Fernet bottle open, his mouth still full of bread and half-chewed beans. He filled his cup to the brim. He burped. “Today, on 17 October 1978, we, the verily exuberant people of Albania, mark the celebration of the anniversary of our beloved Party leader, through a host of achiev
Friday 26 May, 11am – 4pm University of Cambridge, Seminar Room SG1, Alison Richard Building, 7 West Road, Cambridge CB3 9DT OPEN TO ALL, but online registration is required. With: Gunther Kress (UCL) – Translation in a social semiotic multimodal approach: from bottom up, right to left, i
 Waterstones Piccadilly is delighted to welcome the one and only Vyacheslav Ivanovich ‘Slava’ Polunin for a very special event. This event will be in Russian. The legendary performance artist and clown is renowned for his spectacular stage spectacles, such as the sell-out ‘Slavaâ€
‘Where is the sign-board?’ ‘Which sign-board?’ Peirene looks at me with big, round, innocent eyes. ‘The one the Liberal Democrats fastened to the gatepost in our front garden yesterday.’ ‘I didn’t see anything out there. You must have dreamt it.’ The Nymph blushes. She’s never be
