Ignorant Self-Righteousness
BY ALEX STORY “Whose you for?”, asked the rotund lass with a swarm of multi-hued father-less children running around the front porch. “Cambridge”, I replied. “Tough luck, chuck. I’m Oxford”. The colours had a lot to do with it, I discovered, and the fact that the Boat Race, like the Old Queen, had always been around. The lady and her children watched it every year, … Continue reading Ignorant Self-Righteousness

