** I would like to acknowledge the First Nations peoples of Australia, their elders and their ancestors, custodians of the land that I have been travelling through. Throughout my blog posts about Australia, I will refer to the original people of this land as ‘First Nations people’, ‘Aboriginal Australians’ or ‘Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders’. […]Read More Learning about Australia
You know that a city is too gentrified when you start to see cafes selling cupcakes. I have a particular problem with cupcakes because they’re just fairy cakes, similar to those that we used to make in primary school and sold for 10p. But rebranded as cupcakes, they’re now sold for £3 per tiny cake. […]Read More Brighton: the invasion of the cupcakes!
“We’re solidarity activists,” we say to a man who greets us as we cross the border into Rojava. “You’ve come too late!” he replies. Nevertheless, he smiles widely, welcomes us and shakes our hands. In a way, I agree with him. We have come too late. We are only visiting Rojava when there has been […]Read More Travels in Rojava (part 1): Cizîrê canton
It’s June 2015, and we arrive in North Kurdistan (the part of Kurdistan within the Turkish borders) at election time. The Kurdish population is ecstatic, because for the first time in the history of the Republic of Turkey, the pro-Kurdish HDP party has won 80 seats in parliament. The HDP could only have any seats […]Read More Travels in Kurdistan (part 1): Massacres in North and West Kurdistan
“Smile like you mean it and it will be returned.” – Nahko & Medicine for the People, Father Mountain I live in a society that is suffering from a sickness – a society where we are fearful and distrusting of our fellow human beings; a society where any sense of community has vanished and where […]Read More Smile like you mean it and it will be returned!
Having referred to myself as an anarchist in various blog posts, I thought I would write about what anarchism means to me. Anarchism means something slightly different to each anarchist, so this is a very personal post. “Anarchism means a condition or society where all men and women are free, and where all enjoy equally […]Read More to be an anarchist…
It’s 8pm in Phnom Penh. The bars are full of beautiful young women who are selling their bodies. The streets are full of lone, white, middle-aged men, who are in Cambodia because they are weak-charactered, here to fulfill their lust at the cheapest price.Read More 48 Hours in Phnom Penh (part 1): Dirty Old Men and the Dispossessed
I’m in Luang Prabang. A man walks past in a T-shirt that says Same Same. The phrase, known to everyone in South East Asia, sums up the backpacker life in Laos. Everyone’s travelling to the same towns, doing the exact same route, staying in the same guesthouses, eating in the same restaurants, and reading the […]Read More Cluster Bomb Country: more travels in Laos
I loathe London. I lived there for a decade. I did my time there, I lived on both sides of the river, I knew the city. So now I feel that it is my right to loathe it! Why do I dislike London so much? Maybe my views are tainted by the past – by […]Read More London: a rant.
Just over a year ago, my friends and I travelled to Kurdistan in northern Iraq. It was January 2012 and we had just spent two months in Iran. Imagine our surprise when we reached Sulaymaniyah and were greeted with Christmas decorations on the streets of this predominantly non-Christian country, and imagine our confusion as we […]Read More Ten Years After The Invasion Of Iraq: why we must act against the corporations thriving on death