All good things come to an end and I feel a childhood heavily manifested with memories of the Isle of Wight is finally entering the last chapter. In 1996 my grandparents retired away from Gants Hill and ventured to Freshwater. A lifelong dream of my Grandad was to live on the Island and with my Nan by… Continue reading The Island
At 9am this morning the OSIS portal opened and laid before my peers and I was a listing of modules. Over 6 months of university education have passed almost as quickly as they started and it’s time to start making degree shaping decisions. At the age of 25, being a first year student was not particularly… Continue reading University. Why and how I got there…
If you’re a hardcore West Ham fan you probably remember your exact location the moment the news broke on the future of Dimitri Payet. I was walking along Surbiton Road with a custard cream doughnut in hand. My phone was buzzing repeatedly in my jean pocket.. I unlocked my screen to see “Payet’s leaving”. Dimitri Payet had for… Continue reading Payet leaves
With 10 minutes left of the game, the stairs at the London Stadium become a scurry of claret and blue. Alexis Sanchez has curled the ball perfectly in to the bottom left hand corner of the net. The Arsenal supporters erupt into celebration. West Ham suffer yet another gloomy evening. The atmosphere at the London… Continue reading West Ham’s move to the London Stadium
Usually the first thing we recognise about a person is their face. Sometimes we will even build an entire profile, just off face value. In some instances a piercing or even the way that person styles their hair is a tell-tale sign of who they are and what they stand for. A lot of confidence… Continue reading How I beat acne
A large contusion engulfing the left side of her face, a trail of crimson blood trickling down her cheek, Akka Khoury stands visibly shaken. Her arm is held awkwardly, the concerned pathologist asks her to move her fingers… though she tries, she simply cannot. Silent Witness has returned, and upon celebration of it’s staggering 20th series it’s… Continue reading A Syrian tale of plight
I have scars. You, the reader, probably have some scars too. The definition of a scar can be very broad. I remember tripping over a crevice in the ground and grazing my knee on the rough tarmac of a playground… a few years on a small white line remains as a reminder. A scar develops… Continue reading How I got my scars..