Starship Enterprise
As I walk down High Street to interview the Marketing and PR Manager of 'Oxford Entrepreuneurs' I start to feel just a little bit apprehensive. I've never actually met an entreprenuer before and have a quaint mental image of a white-haired old carckpot tinkering in his garden shed before yelling "Eureka" and explaining to his favourite potted geranium how this newly-inventedautomatic flyswat will revolutionise the lives of thousands of people (not to mention a good few flies) and make him a millionaire. As I turn into Magpie Lane, this mental image nags at me like an untreained wife and sullenly refuses to go away. I ring the doorbell, and when Bob Goodson answers and shows me in, I realise with no small amount of relief that he is entirely, unashamedly normal. He doesn't even have a garden shed. The mental image packs its bags and buggers off. Thank goodness for that....
Features: Botanical
S everal hours after having been to see 'Seedy-Rushes', the new art exhibition at the Botanic Garden, I'm stuck for words. And not because it was dull, or because I didn't like it. I simply find it hard to put into words because the experience of seeing it hasn't quite finished yet. It's an unsettling feeling....
Features: Oxford: Orwell
Sunday May 11 marked the centenary of the birth of Britain's, perhaps even the world's, finest and treasured writer of the modern age - George Orwell. And now, nearly fifty-three years after his death, we still see no signs of the public and academic fascination with his work and his life being sated.
