Nick Gibbins

I’m a creature of habit when it comes to the way I dress. I went through most of my undergraduate years wearing pale blue denim, rollneck sweaters and waistcoats, and for the past ten or eleven years, I’ve mostly worn black Levi 501s, black t-shirts, boots, and woolen sweaters. Part of the reason is that I just can’t bear to waste time trying to work out what to wear each morning; if the choice from my day-to-day wardrobe consists of three identical pairs of jeans, dressing is a task requiring no effort or thought. (and yes, I’m aware that this… Read More »Of shoes – and ships – and sealing wax

I’ve been in my current building for a year or so, having moved a few months after the big fire that burned down half my department. Both my office in this building (B32), and my office in the last building (B59), have had good views. The university is in Highfield, one of the highest points in Southampton, and my office is on the fourth floor of a building almost at the top of the hill. From my desk, I can see east at least as far as the downs on the far side of Meon Valley, perhaps as far as… Read More »Room without a View

Have just been mailed url for completed thesis+revisions by PhD candidate I examined in the Spring, and have therefore done an impromptu dance of triumph in my office. Go !

Polish maślanka doesn’t seem to be that much like Dutch karnemelk, even though both translate into English as buttermilk. It’s much cheesier, for a start.

I’m in the Holborn area for a meeting tomorrow, so I’m going to be at the Tun in the evening…