Author Archives: Sarah Carr

I don’t usually like to expound on events I haven’t witnessed first hand (I was stuck at home with flu) but can’t shut up about what happened at the Israeli Embassy last night, or more specifically the response to what … Continue reading →

Here is part 2 of What I did in the summer holiday by Sarah Carr aged 34. Salvation came in the form of Usta Mahmoud, who was recommended to me by my friend Karima. My friends and I did an … Continue reading →

Warning: Not only is this post about getting a bloody kitchen installed, it’s the first of a two-part series. If – unlike me – you have better things to do than reflecting on home decorating trauma, go back to your … Continue reading →

As regular readers of this blog will know, I’m from Croydon. Someone has to be. Croydon is a borough almost 10 miles south of central London. My family arrived in Crystal Palace, a  suburb about 15 minutes away from central Croydon, … Continue reading →

  Another encounter with the Mubarakaristas on Wednesday, as their cult leader was rolled into ignominy horizontally in a white tracksuit. When Sharshar and I arrived at the Police Academy in which Hosny and friends are being tried we caught … Continue reading →

The wonderful kids of Doweiqa A couple of weeks ago I covered a march in Imbaba, organised by a lagna sha3beyya (one of the defence committees created during the revolution) demonstrating for the rights of martyrs to be respected via … Continue reading →

As a service to non-Arabic speaking readers, we have translated the speech made today by General Mohsen El-Fangary and his finger. In the name of God, the merciful, the compassionate. Since the beginning of the revolution the Supreme Council of … Continue reading →

I went to Mostafa Mahmoud Square yesterday and practiced anger management while covering a pro-Mubarak rally for Al-Masry Al-Youm English. Below are the results. A (very) slightly different version was published here. “I’m against the revolution” There is a tiny … Continue reading →

As someone who appreciates a heavy bass line, I have had a mild obsession with Amr 7a7a ever since I heard this. I love its repetitiveness, the way it’s so stripped down, the strutting confidence of the rap delivery. It … Continue reading →

On the edge of the protest at Maspero there was a man holding court. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and trousers rolled up at the ankle. His shirt was tucked into his underpants. Its grimy elastic was just … Continue reading →