How did this happen so quickly? It’s been three months since I moved to Paris, fresh faced and optimistic about my chic new life in the city of love. It’s been quite the experience so far. Three months of the smell of urine lingering in my nostrils from my morning metro commute, three months of … Continue reading The French Year Abroad: Three Months In
As commonly known, during the first world war the poppy was one of the only plants to grow on the otherwise barren battlefields. Canadian poet John McCrae wrote about this in his poem Flanders Fields, helping the poppy come to represent the sacrifice made by soldiers. It was adopted by The Royal British Legion as the … Continue reading Why I won’t wear a poppy
Is it just me who grew up surrounded by friends who preferred summer to winter? Summer is great and all, but lying in the sun quickly becomes tedious; there’s no sense of festivity, and long drawn out days tend to lead to lethargic boredom. There’s no uniting event to look forward to, no growing sense … Continue reading In Defence of Winter
I was sat at work the other day having a bit of a daydream, when my mind wandered to kid’s TV shows. The more I though about it, the more I began to think about how bloody weird most of them are, and Spongebob was definitely the show giving me the most trouble. I have … Continue reading Why was Spongebob Squarepants so weird?
There’s a small army of British students working and studying abroad in France. They’re fairly easy to spot – often found looking quizzically at coffee shop menus where you can only get a shot of caffeine, or pay an extra 3€ merely for the addition of frothy milk. Or, they’ll ask if there is any … Continue reading The French Year Abroad: What do Brits miss when they move to France?
I’m organising the documents on my laptop when suddenly a file appears. A hideous, lingering secret of my past that I haven’t revisited since I was 17. My personal statement. A dark blip in my life. It’s been three years since I wrote the most embarrassingly pompous 4000 characters you could ever imagine. For some … Continue reading Roasting my Personal Statement
You may try and claim it as your bit of quintessential British comfort but you’ll have to prise it out of our cold, dead hands first Continue reading Why The Great British Bake Off is an absolute socialist paradise