My dream of being a writer

I have wanted to be a writer for a very long time. I would say ‘I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember’, but that would be a lie. I wanted to be a vet, a teacher, a ballerina, an actor, one of the Pussycat Dolls, and someone who gave Barbie’s professional haircuts (full-time)....

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Hopeless love and the trials of Tinder

During a particularly frosty Friday night in Leeds, I found myself - rather optimistically - trying to warm up my basement bedroom using candles alone, wavering my hands over the flame as if it were a sort of sad, student-y bonfire. My heating was being temperamental; and I had...

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