For Stuart Hall   There’s an idea, an image in the centre of your forehead a dot, much like a bindi of the mind. As you talk from your lectern, images project on the white wall behind, sodden with meaning, changing as you speak. Look now at the black athlete on the podium. Deeply veined muscles wrapped in red, white and blue. Standing, on an … Continue reading ‘The Ever Changing Dot’ by Roger Robinson