Of Sardines and Stamps, Ethics and Risk

I have been waiting a while to talk about my fieldwork through the prism of the sardine can. It started the day I went to visit my flat for the second time and decided to rent it. I broke one of the main two anti-risk rules, not of the ethics committee, but of my Mum.Continue reading “Of Sardines and Stamps, Ethics and Risk”

Spryte

My trip to Morocco begins with, ahem, Spryte. I’ve obviously changed a letter but it will get us used to the interchangeable y/i in Arabic. Of course in fact it is actually known the same here as everywhere else. So we start with sameness rather than difference. Having arrived at Gatwick airport hot and thirstyContinue reading “Spryte”