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May 7, 2014 - Written by:

What’s our ‘Euro vision?’

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This weekend the crème de la crème of Europe’s music scene (well…sort of) gather to represent their country with their talent (however questionable). Yes, that’s right it’s Eurovision. But with UKIP constantly in the news and the up and coming European elections it’s been praying heavily on my mind: How much do we really want to be a part of Europe?

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April 9, 2014 - Written by:

Could You Bear To Go Bare?

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About a year ago I was smoosing on Facebook, most likely procrastinating in exam time, when I came across a photo. The photo was of one of my friends. Flowers were aligned in a crescent shape on her head, her hair trailing behind her as she appeared to be cycling in the wind, her eyes were bright and her fair... Read the rest of this post...

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February 26, 2014 - Written by:

The A Word

Drugs are bad

What if I told you I had a terminal illness? That I only had a few months to live but there was a chance I could drop off at any moment. How would you react? I can hear the conversation in my head: two ladies sat over two cuppas in the local greasy spoon. “They say she only has a... Read the rest of this post...

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February 12, 2014 - Written by:

B*tches Love Abs?

Outdoor life … as we run, the layers of responsibility and identity in our lives fall away.

So I’m driving home from my temp job, feeling pretty content having made a couple-a-quid sitting around ‘playing receptionist’. I casually sing along to some drive time tunes on the radio when it suddenly hits me: “Oh no, oh god no!” I look down; sure enough, there is my Primani rucksack and it smiles at me with tartan teeth. Don’t forget... Read the rest of this post...

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January 29, 2014 - Written by:

I AM JOB.

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“So Beth, what do you think about immigration?” Now before I tell you my answer I’ll tell you of the circumstances. I was working in a pub in London. I had just walked into the pub’s kitchen where three of its chefs were discussing current affairs as they placed over-priced fish in the deep fat fryer.

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