When I was 16 there was a boy that I was, to put it frankly, obsessed with. We had been in the same high school since the age of 11, but it wasn’t until Year 10 that we started having lessons together and my longing for him began.
We became good friends, speaking every day…
We all know the feeling: head pounding, booze sweats and a delightful dose of hang-xiety kicking in. The morning after a night out is rarely fun, but none have been as bad as when I woke up in the bed of a work colleague. This is what happens when you blur the professional line, I…
I was writing moody short stories and living in a tiny house with six girls by the river in Exeter. She (let’s call her F) was living in the uni’s second fanciest halls and working on her Harry Potter Society presidency campaign. It was a classic love story.
We’d been seeing each other for a…
It was a crisp Wednesday night in Canterbury city centre. The town was awash with the scent of half price jagerbombs and VKs. There was a sense of anticipation in the air: who would be getting with who in the dark, sticky corners of Club Chemistry tonight?
I decided, as I hopped on the ‘Chem…
New Year’s Day 2017—purposely a day of celebration, but always the worst day of the year. Why do we always bring in a fresh calendar of opportunities with a raging headache and a glass of Berocca? Why can’t we celebrate anything nice without inflicting dozens of tiny tequila stabs to the liver? Do we actually…
It was late afternoon on a bright summer’s day and punters were out in their droves, seeking beer gardens in which to soak up the sun. I slouched against the wall of the pub we’d agreed to meet at, as the minutes stretched into a just-about-forgivable eight-minute tardiness.
The longer I awaited my Tinder date’s…
Looking back, perhaps I shouldn’t have met the parents of my (now ex-) boyfriend of a month-and-a-half that early into ‘officialdom’. We had met through a pretentious university society, and I didn’t actually have anything in common with him. But he was supposed to be my first ‘proper relationship’, and I thought being introduced to…
I was determined not to go out every Wednesday during my third year of university. I should have been aiming for the highest grade I could possibly get, not getting home at 3am with doner kebab leaking in my bag. But lo and behold, there were only two Wednesday nights throughout the year that I…