Sam Archer

  • A Circus Without A Ring-Leader? An Analysis of Manchester United’s Ownership Crisis

    Growing up, I loved following football. There is no sport as artistically satisfying, as elegantly sublime. That said, I rarely watched a full match – finding them boring – but followed avidly the dealings of clubs and the story lines… Continue reading

    A Circus Without A Ring-Leader? An Analysis of Manchester United’s Ownership Crisis
  • Just Do It

    Three frogs sat on a log. One of them said “I’m going for a swim”. How many frogs are still on the log? Three. Saying is not doing. … My youngest brother is the most disciplined person I know. Over… Continue reading

    Just Do It
  • A Whisper in the Woods

    I love Love. Intangible and sacred, it is the warm butter to life’s bread, making everything softer, richer, and infinitely more nourishing. But it remains one of the things most difficult to encapsulate in language. This is partly due to… Continue reading

    A Whisper in the Woods
  • This Is All There Ever Is

    One of the things that most amuses me is people’s desire to escape the moment they find themselves in. Earlier today, I was in the car with my parents. We had no real plans, only an hour’s journey home, then… Continue reading

    This Is All There Ever Is
  • Taking Flight

    Today, in the British Airways headquarters, I received my “Wings”. To receive one’s “Wings” means to graduate from the BA cabin crew training programme. And I had the pleasure of doing so this afternoon, alongside twelve of the kindest, funniest,… Continue reading

    Taking Flight
  • A Podcast Appearance: Learnings and Reflections

    Spoken word is a deceptively tricky tool to express argument and thought within. Writing, in many senses, is easy. You control the pace at which you type, and can continually return to refine what you like and don’t like. Writing… Continue reading

    A Podcast Appearance: Learnings and Reflections
  • Oxfords, Not Brogues

    By all accounts, Reginald John Blacklock lived a very ordinary life. Known simply as John to his friends, he was characterised predominantly as diligent, strongly principled, often prickly, and entirely dependable. John was born in 1942, with eyes of blue,… Continue reading

    Oxfords, Not Brogues
  • Greetings, Dear Sun

    Ahhhhhh… The Sun. The God of Gods. Divine Designer. Harbinger of All that is Good. The darkness trembles as The Sun heralds its arrival, sending ripples of thunderous crimsons, amethysts, and lilacs across the ill-fated night. Moving with the undefeated… Continue reading

    Greetings, Dear Sun
  • The Secular Thirst for Aesthetic Salvation

    Humans, as storytelling beings, have forever cast themselves as the main characters in the universe’s great epic. All good stories have a beginning, middle and end, and the stories we tell are no different. For almost all of history, people… Continue reading

    The Secular Thirst for Aesthetic Salvation
  • The Wildcats, NH: An Appalachian Tale

    I sit down to write about the Appalachian Trail, and there are dozens of days that would be in contention for the greatest. This day was certainly up there. We’d spent the last few days hiking through the White Mountains,… Continue reading

    The Wildcats, NH: An Appalachian Tale