A clip from Doctor Who. An internet trend. A baby in a cute hat. An advert. A dog wearing swimming goggles. A joke about Batman characters. The same internet trend. Nail art inspired by mice. Sometimes, I come home from work, shattered, intending to go straight to bed, pull out...
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I got my first job at fourteen. My dad had been at the pub near our house when he overheard the bar staff talking about needing a pot wash. He volunteered me, and I just turned up the next weekend ready to work. All throughout my teenage years, I would...
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I am not a very good driver. This isn’t me being modest or coy, it’s just the truth. It took me significantly longer than anyone else in my sixth form to get my licence, and I suspect this might have been due to my habit of crying so intensely anytime...
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If you met me as a child, or even now on a bad day, the first word to come to mind would be quiet. Or maybe shy. I hate to admit it, but your words would be right. I am notoriously nervous, and what began as a fear of heights,...
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There is something coming up the stairs. I can hear the dull thud of its steps behind me, and what at first is soft and carefully considered becomes louder leaving the whole house to ache in its wake. The house was not made for this. There have been too many...
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“My body, my choice” is a popular phrase in pro-choice rhetoric, and while its success as a piece of political jargon is without doubt, watching The Fly I started to wonder just how achievable it really is. Every day, our body starts to break down without our ever registering it....
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There have been a few constants in my life: living with dogs, a love of books, and most relevant to this article, the music of Taylor Swift. From first hearing ‘Shake It Off’ at my Year 2 school disco to lying on my bedroom floor, crying to ‘This Is Me...
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The door opens but you don’t come in. Not yet- preparing yourself. I can hear you, out there, whispering the words you’ve rehearsed. Your voice sounds like an echo from a half-remembered memory, and suddenly I’m sixteen again, sitting in some sweltering English classroom, watching as the sweat treks its...
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