We finally exchanged (meaning all the money has been transferred not just from you to the conveyancer, but also from them to the property developers - only then do you receive your set of keys)! Contractually, financially, in reality we now own our own place.
I have very little to say, except to recommend the UK Buzzfeed investigation series into murders of people involved with Russia, anchored in the UK. Poison in the System From Russia with Blood The Man Who Knew Too Much The Secrets of the Spy in the Bag All of this may read like a tension-ratcheting... Continue Reading →
After a first visit to our future home we had to start thinking about how we would furnish our home. Thankfully the Philosopher's parents are incredibly kind and have offered a multitude of possessions to us to take on to our flat, but given the size and dimensions of the rooms, a three-seater sofa just won't fit inside.
The Philosopher and I are finally moving into our own place. This is the culmination of a consideration of more than a year, but I won't bore you with the details, as the process was an arduous one.
I shan't delude myself to think that anyone reads this blog to be influenced on how to cast their votes in the UK General Election. I personally can't vote anyway, so am retiring to bed after the exit polls at 10pm, and will invariably wake up to a dystopia at 4am tomorrow as is my... Continue Reading →
I have a heavy heart again, using a black box as the image for this post. The United Kingdom, and more specifically, my chosen home city of London was witness to the third attack on this country in as many months. There is a risk that comes with living in the capital city of a country, compared to living in the countryside, of course. But that is no reason for me to abandon this place (besides all the financial commitments I have here). Barring a shift of Parliament to another location, my place is here, and always in the thick of it.
It's a well-known saying, mostly passed on from mother to child, that if you cannot say anything nice, you should say nothing at all. The Interpreter, a newsletter by columnists of the New York Times that is posted twice a week, today reflected on Donald Trump's announcement to withdraw the United States from the agreements to combat climate change from Paris. It reminded me strongly of that mothers' saying - quite literally. What would we do in a world without Trump?
You may or may not recall, and chances are that you won't, that I linked to a review of electoral management by UEA Senior Lecturer Toby S James a while back. It was concerned with changes that could be effected by centralising electoral management in order to improve processes for voters. If I'm not mistaken, the paper also points out that low confidence by staff manning the polling stations in the processes undermines voters' confidence in the polling process. Of course as such it's lovely to hear the the Conservative Party addresses this in their manifesto. There's just the slight difference in perspective, as they are eyeing the introduction of ID requirements for voters.
A few mornings ago, one particular episode of the FiveThirtyEight Politics podcast stuck with me, from April 19th (oh boy. A month ago). In the last segment they open to questions from the floor, with a noticeably British woman asking about the state of polling in the UK. I attended university under the tutelage of the UK's answer to Nate Silver and his FiveThirtyEight team, Chris Hanretty, and as such my interest in the answer to this question was picqued.