I had an odd experience yesterday while reading on the plane. I picked up a copy of a book I'd read and loved as a teen - the House by the Dvina by Eugenie Frasier - the story of her childhood in Russia just before the Revolution ( Read more... )

So, the other night I went to see the very lovely jholloway talking about Anglo-Saxon paganism at Treadwells. Now, once upon a time, in a land far far away, which we shall refer to as 'Oxford', I did an MPhil in European Archaeology, specialising in the Anglo-Saxon period. In my first year I wrote a 5000 word extended essay on the mystery of the missing ( Read more... )

Gah! I'm feeling frustrated today ( Read more... )

I'm currently being quietly amused by this. It turns out that we're actually all Spanish - the orignal 'celtic' people of the British Isles are apparently genetically indistinguishable from the indigenous people of the Iberian Peninsula.

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