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Hannah Swithinbank
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Assorted Bobbins | Theology, (Ancient) History (PhD, St Andrews) | Priest and curate in the Church of England | London, but always missing Cornwall http://hannahswithinbank.com
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With a certain amount of disbelief that this is fiiiiiiinally out there in the world... I'm delighted/relieved/irrationally terrified that this article is now out in the latest issue of Biblical Interpretation.
Ghosts of the Remnant
Abstract The book of Jeremiah is well-known for the aporias and fractures within its text, which are much discussed. In Jeremiah 39–44 these confusions appear as indicative of two antagonistic communi...
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Absolutely appalling news from Huntingdon. Just heading off to Martins and Mass and will be praying for all involved.
I’m in the Old Vic’s booking queue for Arcadia, and let’s be honest, this is my Taylor Swift.
Will watch a reality travel show with Celia Imrie and Joe Marler. Just saying.
There’s a slightly odd vibe in this episode where they’re talking about why Sudan fell off the news and politics radar, and there’s a bit of media this and ‘it’s tricky to that’, and it’s like two of the three of you have been preeminent media figures in the UK for decades, have you had no agency?
The intro of this podcast uses ‘inadvertently’ like Have I Got News For You used to use ‘allegedly’

(I’ve read enough novels like Le Carré’s Mission Song that I’m far more cynical)
Is a British arms deal helping to fuel the Sudan genocide?
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You’d never have thought James Callis could find a more snivelling human to play than Gaius Baltar, and yet in Claude Whelan he has achieved it. #SlowHorses
I put leftover sausage in an omelette and it is a revelation to me.
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Even though the Elizabeth Line goes all the way from Shenfield, Essex to Slough and Reading, this is a striking comparison.
The length of the Elizabeth line is equivalent to that of Liverpool to Sheffield via Manchester. Which both proves your point about the size of (Greater) London and makes a good case for linking Northern cities together with much better infrastructure to help them compete with London:
My only frame of reference is that Brandon Belt is gonna come out and homer in the 18th.
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"If something evil is popular, is it still evil?" is basically the defining social question of our time.
Officially the end of British summer time and definitely the beginning of needing a thermal layer on Sunday mornings in the Barn Church.
Can anyone explain why Netflix released new series of The Diplomat and Nobody Wants This within a month? Surely they have a very similar target audience?
What local bookshops sell is delightfully indicative of the differences in their areas.

My lovely bookshop in Kew has never ever tried to sell me John Crowley. Sydenham, however…
Playing cricket in Sri Lanka in October seems to be as bad an idea as playing cricket in Worcestershire in April.
I was today days old when I realised that Diana Taverner’s blonde sidekick’s name is not ‘Flight’ (as in a role title) but ‘Flyte’ (as in ‘Lord Sebastian Flyte…’). I don’t known what it says about me that I assumed the former.
I mean, the National Theatre’s Bacchae was a fun theatrical ride, but my kingdom for a contemporary translation and production of a Greek tragedy that trusts its audience with themes.
Perimenopause brain is best defined as 'just tried to store the hand blender in the fridge'
Ok baked salads are intriguing, say more?
I’m in the market for some good new autumn/winter soup recipes, your tips please!
Main proviso is that I don’t like root vegetables much! Carrot in soffrito is fine, but not as a major flavour
I’ve done plenty of voluntary scrambles but I’ve never had to escape with more than a knee-high wade.
Having grown up in Cornwall I have a fairly quick eye for ‘could climb that cliff’ and ‘could absolutely not climb that cliff’
Writer’s blood was the ink in my pen