At Journey's End
My trip to Greece was like most long trips: there was a lot to enjoy, but most of it was sitting on trains (or rather, lying, as I used sleepers and couchettes for large parts of it), feeling bored. The trip was a little unusual, in that I was travelling with a friend from Brussel for the first few days, then I set off on my own for the remainder. It was interesting to see the different characters of all the cities I passed through. Praha felt like a faded jewel; Ljubljana had the same vibe that Edinburgh has, clearly something to do with being the capital of a small country; Zagreb was the first really 'different' city that I reached. It took a little while to get used to it, but once I had, it grew on me. Sofia was one of the best cities which I visited. I didn't actually spend a lot of time exploring Sofia, instead I settled into the brilliant Hostel Mostel for a break from my holiday. There is only so much walking around cities looking at tourist sights that I can manage. After Sofia, I had one last comfortable sleeper train, before becoming acquainted with ΟΣΕ, the Greek state train operator. I say acquainted, really though, that didn't happen until my return journey. From Thessaloniki to Athens, I had to use a coach thanks to a railway strike. I did get to use rail-based public transport in Athens though, with the Metro to Pireus. A quick overnight ship down to Crete brought me to that little corner of England in Crete that is my grandparent's house. I'm not ashamed to say that the first thing I did when I arrived was to make a proper British cup of tea, and watch BBC World News.
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Rolling On...
I was in Dublin for the
first Inter-Isles Young Greens get-together, which was
great fun. We managed to achieve the perfect balance
between socialising and serious stuff. Highlights
included going on my first Pride march, and developing
a taste for Guinness. The next event is in Edinburgh,
later in the year, so I'm looking forward to that.
While I was in Ireland, I
managed to squeeze in a trip over to Co. Galway to
visit family. Rural west of Ireland is quite a contrast
to Dublin, shown most clearly in the difference between
a pub in Cong with DJ Eamo (bored looking man in the
corner with a laptop plugged into the speakers), and
pretty much any pub we went to in the capital.
Anyway, 'twas all fun, as, hopefully, the rest of
Europe will be.
Too Many Trains!
Anyway, I'm partly writing this to try out a new version of the software that runs my blog, and partly to fill in the gap before I put up my next post, which I'm thinking will be a "political" thing. Read More...
A Word Of Explanation On The Herald
Back in 2004, I was in high school and the Scottish Executive wanted to make young people more politically engaged. The result was a glossy magazine with a lot of anti-globalisation text, a picture of a bomb on the cover, and a paragraph urging young people to march in the streets. Looking back, I'm starting to wonder who in the Executive actually approved such a thing! Read More...
Summer is Here!
I spent the weekend in Berlin, at the Federation of Young European Greens General Assembly. It was very interesting. At quite a few points, I was totally lost in the European variant of English that seems to have developed (manifestation is used to mean demo, odd), and a couple of times, I'm shamed to admit, I wasn't completely sure what I was voting for. I didn't get much chance to do touristy things, but I did see the Tiergarten and travel around Berlin on the U-Bahn and S-Bahn a little bit. I've also managed to become the subject of gossip among the DWARS delegation and one of the new executive committee members. Maybe I'll go into that in another post though.

Revision, exams, &c.
Extra-curricularly I've had a bit of success, though its down to lots of other hard-working people too. Unfortunately, though I would love to break the news on this blog, I can't say what exactly it is, though it's in the area of international social justice.
If a thunderbolt of inspiration for a political post comes, I may find some time to write it, but until then, I'll leave you with this personal post. Read More...
Lets Talk
on a blog written by a friend of mine. Read More...
A Busy Time
However, week two was slightly less successful. I stood in the Union Executive elections, so instead of being able to supervise the Fairtrade Fortnight events, I had to wear a fluorescent yellow and pink T-shirt and hand out flyers for my campaign. It paid off, I'm Officer Without Portfolio-Elect, and the rest of the people on my slate all got elected as well. What didn't happen were the Fairtrade stalls that were due to take place. I'm a bit miffed that people didn't take the initiative and run the stalls themselves. Anyway, what's done is done.
The only slight problem with spending so much time on elections and the Fortnight was that I, sort of, forgot about my academic work. Hence, week three has been spent hurriedly writing and submitting course-work. I'm not sure its my best work, but it is in, and hopefully will get a decent mark.
So now I get to rest for a week or so, before exam revision takes over. Read More...
How to do a Hustings
- Be calm, relaxed and confident.
- Know what you're going to say.
- Enjoy it.
Don't:
- Forget manifesto points.
- Tell the returning officer that you've lost it.
- Flee.
Guess which of the two lists I followed.
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