“PHONETICALLY SPEAKING” To reflect the fast pace of world news, my blog is probably best served as a stream-of-consciousness text. Fast and unadulterated. With this approach, and on first encounter, text might not seem to scan. This is because I am dyslexic. Instead of keeping the proof-readers busy, I would rather let my blog updates of my visual work stand as a record of my experience of dyslexia, which I am keen that you now get to enjoy too. Unlike some news outlets, I hereby excuse myself the need for a ‘corrections’ section! The excitement of a new language is something I’m quite familiar with, and it is with this ‘joie de vivre’ that I am delighted to guide you through my thought and work processes, more phonetically (than fanatically) speaking.
Philosophy in Motion: St George and the Day That Slipped the Nation The English sent St George. That’s how the story goes. Not borrowed, not begged for sent. Not a saint of soft borders and shifting allegiances, but of iron will and sharpened lance. A symbol, not of empire or exclusion, but of resistance and moral clarity, wielding courage where confusion reigns. So imagine the national chuckle when we found ourselves once again celebrating St George's Day a week early. Why? Because Easter took precedence, and in these muddled modern times, we apparently can’t manage two things at once. True Englishmen knew. But our government didn’t. It’s comic, really. The Prime Minister, with all the gravitas of a game show host, stood up to congratulate Christians for Easter as though they were a separate group, an affiliate branch of the British project rather than its backbone. He said Easter helped “make Britain.” A baffling statement, considering that Christianity and Britain evolved together. To divorce one from the other is like separating the egg from the yolk and expecting a full English breakfast. This is identity politics at its most tragicomic. ...