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Posted on 10:18am Friday 18th July 2008
At the time of writing I’m hurtling through the air in a glorified tin can. The air is cool and recycled - it feels artificial as it seamlessly hits the back of my throat. I’m trying not to think about how many different passengers aboard this flight this air has already passed through.
Posted on 6:41pm Monday 30th June 2008
I like a party me, and so under no foreseeable circumstance would I ever miss the annual Park Avenue South street party. It has all the ingredients to make it an interesting and enjoyable evening - food, drink, a bouncy castle and middle aged people dancing. Much planning had evidently gone into this year’s event - the food was varied and abundant, the raffle prizes were all well appreciated and all seemed to run as was planned.
Posted on 8:21pm Monday 16th June 2008
It’s been a long time coming, but exams are over, for the summer at least. Those of us who have recently completed our GCSE’s aren’t obligated to return to school until September, which seems an age away. The prospective summer lies ahead of us almost indefinitely, and once the novelty of not having school wears off, one is susceptible to serious boredom.
Posted on 6:56pm Thursday 5th June 2008
Readers, this is serious. Lock up your televisions. Do it now, or the inevitable will happen. If you allow yourself the opportunity to be comfortable on the sofa in front of the television at 9pm, then you will fall victim to the allure of Big Brother. Even the strongest willed have no hope.
Posted on 3:08pm Friday 30th May 2008
All hail Boris Johnson, my new favourite scapegoat. Let us, as Londoners, congratulate ourselves on our ineptitude. I understand that writing this may thrust me into the claws of derision, but I don’t care - last week I waited over forty minutes for a 144 to arrive at Turnpike Lane - it must have been Bojo’s fault.
Posted on 2:06pm Wednesday 28th May 2008
At the time of writing it’s three in the morning. I’m so tired that my eyelids are beginning to succumb to the enticing lure of gravity. On the right side of me are a couple of half finished Pro Plus packets and several empty coffee mugs. To my left is an open maths textbook, a pencil case and some illegible notes I have written to aid my revision. No, what I am doing isn’t revision, because that would suggest I have already learned all these intimidating equations. No, this is learning. From scratch. This is last minute, etch-it-into-your-cerebral-cortex kind of work, and it’s not fun.
Posted on 12:21pm Wednesday 28th May 2008
The other day, I was the victim of an unprovoked and vaguely insulting torrent of abuse from a complete stranger. While minding my own business sitting outside a Crouch End café, a just-about-middle-aged woman approached me and told me how pathetic I was. Admittedly, she was probably right.
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