At 7:30am this morning, a hot mug of tea by my side, I embarked upon the final two tapes of Hannah Baker’s life. Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last couple of weeks you will be fully acquainted with the Netflix series. 13 Reasons Why tells the story of Hannah Baker, a… Continue reading 13 Reasons Why – An opinion piece
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
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..