Welcome to Lippy

Lippy, I have loved you and now I must leave you. My time as Editor-In-Chief has been a joy, not least for the fabulous fun we’ve had but since it’s enabled me to meet all you lovely lot. Before I go, here are 5 final bits of advice I wish I’d learnt quicker throughout my time in Leeds. A Manifesto of sorts, to make the most of things. Romanticise Everything but People My friend Alice claims we must ‘move through the world as you want it to become’. She envisions a greener fu

I’m a member of Leeds Student Radio, which, if you didn’t know, means I usually get to hide behind a radio microphone for two hours every week whilst my friends and family listen to me natter on about anything and everything. Every now and then, though, I force myself out from behind the desk to take on some very exciting (and occasionally nerve-wracking) opportunities, like recording band interviews. Recently, I was given the chance to see ‘The Drop Jonnies’ perform at the L

Sir, a report of a stone, Sir, I found down at the creek, brushed with water like egg brushes pastry, dotted and spotted in drips and drabs, half-dry, half-cold. Sir, the stone was pebble-grey, warm, light -- rolled sweet fondant, speckling like a robin's egg, freckled ochre by the sun, with darker spots where the light fails to catch, Sir. Forgive me, Sir, I was enraptured, captured; the stone was bedding an eighth into the creek-sand, sat promptly, pertly, rightly, shaded i

To take us to the sky, We study the celluloid film, The oscillograph paper enfolded in our hands, The numbers are reduced again. Reels of paper pool at our feet, It requires careful observation, All that we are is a computer of women. We weave the punch cards, Gentle copper threads dance around towers of circles, Dancing in, And out, Forming a structure of strength, Of memory, Of information. We were weavers and spinners, Delicate thread between index and thumb, This copper,