In Which I report on the Evil Masterminds of GamerGate
It was a very last minute trip and I arrived in Paris very late Friday night, checked into my hotel, which, having been picked at random for convenience, turned out to be in a slightly Beirut-looking part of town, and went to sleep after eating the two packets of crisps I had got on the Eurostar.
Yet the Hotel room was not without a certain charm despite it being the size of a small cupboard. This was in the bathroom. Read more »