Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Friday, 24 February 2012

Spaghetti Bolognese

The trips kept coming as soon as exams were over. Exams had been a bit stressful, but things seemed like they'd turned a corner with the start of the new semester and I was excited for the fun that was to come. Part of this aforementioned fun was to be a trip to Bologna. There was a number of St Andrews students abroad that year. There were five of us studying, and the rest were either working as teaching assistants, or in real jobs.

After much organisation, we managed to fix a date for a big St Andrews meet-up in Bologna (as central as we could make it for everyone). The day came and we all boarded our various trains and in a slightly faux Top Gear set-up, we raced towards our destination to begin our day of much hilarity.

I won't lie in saying that we absorbed a lot of culture and we went round all the museums and churches we could find. No, instead I will tell the truth - we moved from one eating establishment to another, pretty much all day.

Visiting Bologna wasn't the real point of the trip, it was so we could all catch-up and share our horror stories from Italy and our in-jokes from St Andrews. It was a brilliant day, and the best way to celebrate it (as well as burning off some pizza calories) was to jump.

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Bologna, Italy, 2010
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Location: Bologna, Italy

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