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Male Suicide
‘Death of A Salesman’ by Arthur Miller The Young Vic’s adaptation of the 1949 play was simply faultless. So well executed was the storyline that I went home overcome by an aura of melancholy, unshakeable even by watching the funniest of comedies on Netflix. If you are unfamiliar with the play, it happens to be…
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Try Something Different In London
In preparation for my night of silent discoing this weekend I wanted to keep the theme going and share with you some quirky activities you could try while here in the capital: Dans Le Noir Fancy eating in a restaurant? Hell Yes! In complete darkness? Um…..? If you don’t fancy your date, or still do,…
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Poem: Time
We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it. We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’? Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?…
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Prepare To See A Camel Race!
Standing in a field in the blustering weather on a Monday afternoon in Northaw, you’d forgive me for doing a double take at the sight of a bright-eyed, beige- bodied spitting camel come hurtling down the hill, with the jockey in tow gripping onto the camel’s moulting mound for dear life. Yes, cheltenham eat your…
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Is Being An Introvert Wrong?
introvert noun /ˈɪntrəvəːt/ a shy, reticent person. Truth be told, I’m a naturally shy person. But should I be annoyed at this? I use…
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Pet Peeves
We all have them, even those amongst us who have the patience of a saint can fall victim to loosing their tranquil facade in the blink of an eye when faced with the the continuous grunts, chews and swallows of the gluttonous pig in row G. Oblivious to the world, they munch their way through…
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Poem: Lust
I love you, More than I love myself. Likened to a fly in a black widow’s web, I entangle myself. In your lust. I obey you. Favouring your plans. Dismissing my own in the blink of an eye. To keep you. I lose myself. I fear you, I fear that you…
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A Seasonal Poem
Sunkissed skin Sunsoaked and slick in slathers of sunscreen. ∼ Cocktails, Cool, crisp and clean quench the thirsts of even the coarsest of coughers. ∼ Days drag on, Daylight dominates from dusk till dawn. Summer is soon upon us all.
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My Face
I feel like today is one of those days were my face refuses to show any sort of expression, similar to what I can only assume the lovechild of an over-botoxed barbie and a saddened clown would sport had they just been given the news that their goldfish bubbles just died. Yes, my face…
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Ghost Stories – Continued
So I’ve made it, with a sustained pulse so fast it almost flatlined and enough buckets of sweat to fill the oceans twiceover, it’s safe to say ‘Ghost Stories’ did it’s job of being terrifically terrifying last night at the Lyric Theatre in Hammersmith, London. Not to give the plot away too much, but…
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Ghost Stories
With the sight of my monthly electricity bill giving me enough of a fright, do I really need to attend an 80 minute interactive theatrical horror performance this weekend? I think not. But as my sister loves all things which strike terror into our very souls, I decided I’d tag along for the lols.…
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Never Leave Your Luggage Unattended
Thieves walk among us! Not just the kind who nab an extra straw at McDonalds, oh no, I’m talking the type who’d steal your laptop and passport as you sit cosy on a coach about to head off to the airport. This is exactly what I’d feared had happened to some poor soul several weeks…
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