Author Archives: Natalie Bennett

Not a post-feminist age

Over on Comment is Free I’ve a piece about Saturday’s Sheffield feminist conference – its thesis that if there ever was a period of conflict between feminist generations, it seems to have passed, and this age of young feminists is more aware of issues of race and class than perhaps were their foremothers.

Britblog on the road

This week’s edition is up at Poons, ranging nicely across the political and subject spectrums.

For the record I’ll note that I’d call myself a Green feminist rather than an eco-feminist – but I’m not going to get too into hair-splitting…. still too many things to do this evening!

Just a minor insanity

How institutional arrangements create greenhouse gases: a jet flies, empty, between London and Cardiff six days a week, so an airline can keep a slot at Heathrow.

For Londoners and visitors

You often come across visitors, and all too frequently locals, in London putting together incredibly complicated Tube journeys when they could walk the trip quickly and easily. The visitors have some excuse, since the standard Tube map, while a brilliant piece of graphic art, often doesn’t show you how close on the ground stations on different lines can be.

But now no one will have an excuse, for they can consult this map, giving walking times between various central London Tube stations.

(Hat-tip to Rashbre.)

‘I should be on the train’

…a slight variation from 1,000 overheard conversations.

Yes I should now be winging, or at least trundling, my way to Sheffield, but for a small salutory experience I shall share for general edification.

You can on thetrainline.com book two single tickets together, on the same email, to and from the same place, on the same date, and somehow it will manage to give you two Quickticket reference numbers, without in any way alerting you to that fact.

So when I came tearing into St Pancras station with a whole two minutes to spare (ok, that’s my fault, but it is what I always do and I am unlikely to change now) scoop your tickets from the machine, jog up to the man on the gate and then find yourself with only the tickets marked Sheffield to London, which prove ineffective in the circumstances.

The story does, however, have a fairly happy ending, thanks to a very pleasant and helpful Midland Mainline clerk. So I am now waiting for the 10,25 with a handwritten ticket in my wallet, without having parted with any more cash.

And wondering when British rail companies will introduce the ‘print them yourself’ tickets that would save all this hassle.

It was a slob what did it

It seems about 3.3m years ago a hominid was too lazy to make his or her own bed and hopped into a handy gorilla’s one – probably after the gorilla had got out. And that was how the human race acquired what would be pubic lice.