Category Archives: Aberystwyth

A world heritage site of incompetent modernist architecture

Left to rot: the magnificent Victorian original building

Dalrymple at Aberystwyth University

The university’s original magnificent Victorian building

stands unoccupied except by detritus that can be glimpsed through its Gothic windows unwashed for decades.

The rest, he says,

is of such ugliness that one is left clutching one’s eyes in despair.

Unutterably hideous: one of the university’s structures

The students,

who in term time make up a third of the town’s population, care deeply about the fate of the planet and the future of the environment, but live in squalor.

They

turn everywhere they inhabit into a slum, and wade happily through the litter that they drop — principally the wrappings and containers of their refreshments rather than lecture notes.

Modernist architecture of almost laughable ineptitude

The grisliness induces in the onlooker a sense of hopelessness in the face of such degradation

The best Algerian restaurant in the principality

Maghreb cuisine in Ceredigion

After an enjoyable day in the Cardiganshire coastal town of Aberystwyth, Dr and Dr (Mme) Dalrymple dine in

a Moroccan restaurant. Actually it was Algerian, but as the owner, an Algerian, pointed out, no one in Aberystwyth has heard of Algeria.

It was, says Dalrymple,

instructive to talk to someone such as he, for then you begin to realise how many remarkable people there are in the world.

How, the doctor-writer asks,

does one go from being a teacher of French and Arabic in Algeria to being the owner and chef of a restaurant in Aberystwyth? He had been in Wales for forty years, and on the wall of his restaurant were the flags of Algeria and Wales, by coincidence of the same colouration. He loved his adopted country, which speaks well of it.

The tajine

was as good as I had eaten anywhere.

Dangerous excitements of a Sunday afternoon in Aberystwyth

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Dalrymple says (from 7:04) that Herman Van Rompuy, former president of the European Council and the ‘finest flower’ of the European élite, makes ‘a Sunday afternoon in Aberystwyth seem dangerously exciting’