“Mum, Dad... I’m a homo sapien”

From the Private Eye archive.
Issue 865, Feb 1995.

I do the same with wine bottles 🫢

Can I solve the conflict now? No. But I did get a great conversation, a new perspective, and a much better understanding of the Barbican’s floor plan. So not a bad day.

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If you happen to be tomorrow on the closing day of the #CIGLogan24, come say hello!

while we wandered through the Barbican’s labyrinth of emergency exits, random stairwells, and forgotten lifts, desperately trying to make our way to the main hall before the sandwiches disappeared. I released a sigh of relief when we finally made it and witnessed there were still enough food trays>>

Symposium, I queued up to ask Abu Bakr one question. It turned into a conversation about the internal politics of Palestine and Israel, past peace talks, and what the future might hold for the people on this troubled piece of land.
All of this, mind you >>>

A Palestinian and an Israeli are lost in a museum.
That's not an opening sentence of a joke, but what actually happened to me today at the Barbican Centre with Abu Bakr Bashir, a Palestinian journalist for the New York Times.
After an insightful panel at the @cijournalism.bsky.social's Source! >>>