Belgrave Journal

There has been a post circulating on social media describing Elon Musk and his girlfriend, Grimes, as "the Kardashians for people who watch Rick & Morty". One quarter of the Paypal Mafia, the founder of SpaceX and Tesla, serial entrepreneur Musk might have reason to feel slighted by this description. The Kardashians are best known for being reality TV stars and social media influencers, a far-cry from Musk's engineering background, so how does this comparison make sense? It is on Twitter where the boundaries are blurred. Elon Musk deliberates on the content of his tweets about as much as Donald Trump, in that it seems neither of them ever even give them a second thought before posting. It only takes a cursory scroll down Musk's personal account to see evidence of this.     Example 1: Musk tanks Tesla's stock with 7 words. "Tesla stock price is too high imo". One tweet managed to wipe $14bn off Tesla's value. This effect, in any circumstance, is...

   Another day of self-isolation. Another day of infinite possibilities but few achievements. I thought I'd use the gift of time by reading a book recommended by a friend, Life of Pi. Most people will have seen the famous movie poster: a young Indian boy stood in a boat next to a tiger, but, having never seen the film, I hadn't thought too much into the actual implications of such a situation. Despite what you will have seen in Tiger King on Netflix, an adult tiger probably isn't the best companion. Beyond this obvious fact. The story is an incredible (fictional) account of a young boy using knowledge of animals, picked up from time in his father's zoo, and ingenious improvisation to allow him to survive living on a lifeboat for months.      This being the plot, it was a surprising place to be confronted with a discussion on religion and, in particular, a multi-faith system of belief. The book begins with the protagonist, Pi, becoming engrossed in Hinduism, Chri...

You said you like techno? Name three of their songs. Despite being a poor attempt at humour, this was my view of what I considered a rather intimidating music genre in its home city. I had heard all of the stories about Berghain; you can’t smile, they don’t like English people, you have to have a ‘look’. Any information I could find on the topic was just as vague as it was useful. I landed in Berlin then, with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Our first day was spent hitting all the tourist spots in Berlin, but it all felt like a distraction, or a way to pass the time, until the main event. As night fell, excitement rose. A  monday night , surely it’ll be quiet. After a round of naps, our alarms rang and so began our night. Several outfit changes later, we got on the U-Bahn and headed to Tresor, a club with an amazing reputation as one of the cities best, but supposedly with a reasonably forgiving door policy. Negotiating the labyrinth of dodgy dealers on the way in, the ab...