Lily Hurlstone

Confessions of a reluctant clubber

Clubbing is a strange craving. I constantly complain about it, as I do about most things, yet somehow, I keep going back. There’s something oddly compelling about it. The mess, stress, and maddening emotions it can trigger, for some reason, make it all the more enticing. Clubbing at Warwick is...
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Posted Aug. 16, 2025

I’m not joining the church of microefficiencies (yet)

There’s something oddly exhausting about trying to be efficient. Whether it’s brushing your teeth in the shower, boiling water at 6am for a flask, or laying out a breakfast spoon the night before – it seems that the cult of the microefficiency rules modern life. Tiny time-savers designed to claw...
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Posted Jul. 26, 2025

The fall of a king: Goodbye Rootes Grocery Store

It is with a heavy heart and a strange cider in hand that I come to terms with the passing of Rootes Grocery Store – the uncontested ruler of Warwick campus cuisine. Though often slandered for its £2.50 potato dogs and expensive, eccentric noodle aisle, Rootes was more than just...
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Posted Jul. 14, 2025

It’s a Warwick thing: A different kind of culture

At Warwick, there’s a weird but comforting sense that everyone is, at most, one degree of separation away from each other. You’ve either danced next to them at POP!, seen them perform at Dirty Duck karaoke, or nearly got physical with them over a T-Bar pool table. Despite the university...
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Posted Jun. 16, 2025