“Dry January is bad for you” and other stories.

It’s here. Dawn has broken over the day we’ve all been waiting for: the day when order is once again restored to British society. It’s February 1st and the Dry January veterans can imbibe the demon drink without betraying their solemn promise to jaded post-Christmas souls and New Year broken bodies. Now that I’ve successfully completed my first ever attempt…
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Bippity Boppity Boo… A night at Cinderella

For me, the ballet evokes a unique kind of festive nostalgia. There’s a grandness to it. A sense of occasion. There’s excitement and grace and beauty and hypnotism. The ballet promises escapism; a temporary portal into a fantastical world. You can therefore imagine my child-like glee when I was offered tickets to see the Scottish Ballet’s showing of Cinderella at…
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Skye High

It’s the ruggedly handsome island I’ve always daydreamed about. With a couple of days leave still left to take before Christmas, I decided to fulfil my romantic little reveries and book a long weekend over the sea to Skye. I’m far from unique in my idealised vision of the island, which explains its brimming population every summer, when domestic and…
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