Many among us have nobly succumbed to the temptation of treating a film such as ‘The Odyssey’ (2026) as little more than an excuse to put on our Culturati Hats and get to nitpicking.

Photo by Malishka Shaikh-Kannamwar Last Wednesday, I went to see Saint Clair at The Shacklewell Arms. Apart from my excitement to get to go to the iconic venue I hadn’t been to before, I was also piqued by the band itself. With only one newly-released EP on all platforms, their show was still sold out, with everyone from middle-aged men to women in their 20’s practically bursting out of the jam-packed gig room. The opener jo from school took the stage first. In a scarlet dres

Jo Geller can trace the first songs she wrote back to when she was nine years old, grappling with the dramatics of primary school while sat at a piano in her north London home.

Writer and activist Rebecca Walker visited Bush House to discuss memoir-writing and expressions of identity and belonging with KCL students.

Eighty medals in and an almost complete gallery of Perfects, I still find myself thinking about Rhythm Heaven Groove.