Niall Quinn

Dec 6, 2024 | varsity.co.uk | Niall Quinn

Freida Dickson for VarsityIt all started when I put the headphones on. In a frantic attempt to complete my summer itinerary, “gate closed” notices etched into my mind, I strode into the Vabamu Museum of Occupations and Freedom in Tallinn, Estonia. This was not to be a typical museum experience, however. Promptly after arriving, I was ushered into the uncertain world of mid-twentieth century and post-war Estonia.

Oct 18, 2024 | varsity.co.uk | Niall Quinn

“Aww! Look at that tiny passageway, guys!” utters a wonderfully enthusiastic tourist. Frantically stumbling along King’s Parade on a blistering Saturday morning in early May, this phrase stops me in my tracks. Turning a blind eye to more pressing matters (the embarrassingly ancient pile of dirty clothes back in my room), my feet become sentient. They lug my laundry-panicked, supervision work-anxious mind into the cosy confines of St Edward’s Passage.

Sep 29, 2024 | biorxiv.org | Anjan Venkatesh |Niall Quinn |Barbara De Kegel |Swathi Ramachandra Upadhya

AbstractProteins operate within dense interconnected networks, where interactions are necessary both for stabilising proteins and for enabling them to execute their molecular functions. Remarkably, protein-protein interaction networks operating within tumour cells continue to function despite widespread genetic perturbations.

Sep 14, 2024 | varsity.co.uk | Niall Quinn

“Dong. Ding … Dong …” pierces the morning’s silence. For some, it is a call to worship. For others, including myself, it signifies that yet another week is drawing to a close. A part of life’s very rhythm, the ringing is usually a reassuring constant. But not today. Because I am trudging through the depths of rural south Devon, a solitary toll is more of a relief than an expectation.

Aug 5, 2024 | varsity.co.uk | Niall Quinn

I’ve never had a particularly consistent memory. That truth was made clear to me last month, when I confidently proclaimed that a local village was to my east when, really, it was to my west, despite having lived in that area for 16 years. Yeah. But as for the history of the stone cross that lay before us at the time, I left no stone unturned. My solution? Something I have unceremoniously dubbed ‘memory landscaping’. What does it involve, you might ask? Let’s take a walk in the woods to find out.