Have you ever heard of Brixton? Prime Minister John Major once described the community as a “grey, sullen wasteland, robbing people of their self respect.” It has virtually no green space, was twice ravaged by race riots, and remains one of the most crime-ridden area’s of London. Graffiti lines the roads that policemen speed down almost incessantly.
I’m writing this from a new location – my residence for this semester, a four-story apartment in Kilburn Park, Northwest London. Laying on my couch, I’m surrounded by what could be considered a rough characterization of what a fraternity house might look like.
My trek to my first day of work began rather bleak. A light morning drizzle quickly transformed into a heavy London rain as I walked from the Underground in search of coffee before my day began.
Griffin Neal email@example.com Intricately situated within the Mississippi Delta – an area of rolling fields, delectable barbecue, and the cradle of blues music – lies the much adored, yet nondescript Oxford, […]
If a tree falls in the forest, but no one is around to hear it, did it really make a sound? Comparably, if white supremacist Richard Spencer arrives on campus spewing his ideology, but no students show up to listen, do his words hold any merit?
How does a 5’11, 158 lb. business major from the University of Richmond gain respect from the likes of everyone from Snoop Dogg to your nerdy neighbor across the street? By impeccably blending legitimate hip-hop bars, improv comedy, and sports into one and calling it Lil Dicky.
Often lost in the Bouré vs. Ajax debate for Oxford-dining supremacy is the subtle, but acclaimed Neon Pig. This little establishment has roots that run farther and wider than the 662 area code; the tastes and smells of Neon Pig have emanated down Highway 6 and throughout America’s heartland.
Imagine a gathering of wild coyotes – savage, ravenous, spanning a seemingly endless frontier. When the hour hand strikes 11 a.m. at the Kappa Alpha house, chef Rusty Boyd is prepared for this battle.
A young man sits across the table wearing a Greek letter shirt and a Yeti hat. His beard is roughly three to four days overgrown. He drives a sizable Ford pickup and listens to country music with the windows down, emblematic of the Southern phenotype.