It’s hot in London. Stupid hot. It’s too damp to fry an egg, though, but if you’re lucky you can use King’s Cross as a forge! The other day I formed three rings of power there and I kept the one used for sustained, global civic action (invest in your future, I think). Everybody says I got the short end of the stick and that I should’ve taken the air conditioning one, because there is no air conditioning anywhere in the city. Store owners everywhere are probably posting on security Facebook...

You're basically a human bowling pin Last semester I was walking down Market Street, killing time before an appointment with the optometrist, where I would undoubtedly be told I was due to become the third blind mouse. It was May, warm enough that I didn’t need a coat and could hold an iced coffee without my fingers going blue. Then, suddenly, a group of golfing men crossed Market Street — Americans, aglow with globe-trotting freshness, and (I assume) anticipation of an afternoon passed with...

The unhelpful side of the advice we give freshers Long ago, Zeus gave Pandora a jar containing all the world’s evils. He advised her not...