It's simple: "The only way of living in a free society is to feel that you have the right to say and do stuff." Said Salman Rushdie. Go figure. Let truth and falsehood grapple. How do we know what is right if we don't know wrong and the case that is made for wrong. Ideas may be distasteful and deeply disagreeable, but we cannot airbrush and disappear that and those people that we disagree with.
Brace yourselves, this may come as something of a surprise. I've dropped out of Oxford. Yes, I know. It's something of an about face considering my previous posts but hear me out. I left, not due to egregious academic incompetence, lewd or licentious behaviour beneath hall tables or even to pursue a love interest. It's taken me a while to reflect on this but here I go. I'd welcome your thoughts.
Waking up, totally disorientated, all I can hear is the peel of evening bells as the many college churches try to out-do each other in their enthusiasm. I venture out of my room and into the college hall, the place where I will be supping most nights with my fellow students. It's cavernous, dark and inviting at the same time.
All over the UK, there have been a series of festivals hotly anticipated by the food-loving community in the know. Those uninitiated (and there are many) only hear hushed whispers of this Michelin-starred chef's new dish or that new wine tasting. I've taken a risk breaking the foodie code of silence to tell you about this festival... Well, not really but it does feel that way!
After passing down a lovely country lane, we arrived at The Manor at Weston on the Green and I instantly felt pleased I'd made the journey. The Manor is situated through some big iron gates at the end of a gravel driveway, next to plush and green gardens, and we were presented with a wonderfully inviting big country house that is The Manor.