My ticket for the British Library history induction says ‘please bring this with you to the Performance’. Ooh, I hope there’s singing!
My honest answer to that question is: it’s complicated. Now more than ever before.
Happy New Year, folks! I can’t complain about 2013 really; I got to spend the summer researching and writing my MA dissertation, got a distinction for it, started my PhD (making some lovely new friends in the process), and had a fab holiday in Amsterdam when I wasn’t working.
DISCLAIMER: This piece of research is based on the experiences of a very small number of Paul Thompson’s interview transcripts, which can be found through the UK Data Service. I don’t have any plans to include Christmas as a separate subject in my thesis, though it may form a part of a larger section on loneliness. Even then, I’ll have used a lot more sources and I don’t expect it to bear any resemblance to this post.
This week has mostly involved two books - one I loved, one I hated. I’m going to talk about the one I hated first, so I can get the negativity out of the way. I’ll also say less about it as I want this blog to be positive (and not like essay criticism where there seems to be a rule that the negative paragraph has to be the same length as the positive one, however minor the criticisms are!).