Caragh Little
Caragh Little is originally from Belfast, and now lives in Portrush, on the North Coast of Northern Ireland. She is Head of English at a large school in Coleraine, having previously worked in places as diverse as Metz and Enniskillen. She studied English and French at Oxford, far too long ago. She has written since her school days, and has had a variety of articles and pieces published; she has always said that she would like to be a writer when she grows up, so perhaps it’s time to do something more definite about that.

In her blog for The Huffington Post she will often write about her observations and musings on everyday occurrences, whether that’s life in Northern Ireland, the UK, Ireland or in the seaside holiday resort where she lives. She will probably also write a lot about things she is passionate about, such as education, books, music and good coffee. Often accused of being quite sarcastic, she is perhaps more comfortable with the definition of taking a sidelong, ironic look at things.

Throughout 2011-2012, Caragh Little has been a regular blogger for Oxford Today at, although in many respects she does not see herself as a typical Oxford graduate or a typical Oxford Today blogger.

For more regular updates and musings, you can follow Caragh Little on Twitter at or read a lengthy blog archive at Little By Little, which can be found at .

Entries by Caragh Little

Rev: Help My Unbelief

(0) Comments | Posted 10 April 2014 | (23:07)

I used to believe in Rev.

Rev was the loveable clergyman who struggled with the realities of his profession - and of the profession of his faith. The mild-mannered shepherd who wasn't entirely sure which way to lead a dwindling, wayward flock. I believed in him as a flawed anti-hero...

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Common Grounds

(0) Comments | Posted 16 March 2014 | (20:18)

It's St Patrick's weekend in Northern Ireland, and the lawnmowers are limbering up. For a week or two, now, the rainfall has slowed, the birds have been singing for nesting territory, and underpinning their chorus is that lower, guttural sound: the growling of the First Lawnmowers of Spring.

Picture it....

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To Thine Own Selfie Be True

(0) Comments | Posted 2 March 2014 | (17:40)

Given that Selfie was chosen as 'International Word of the Year' by the OED for 2013, and therefore much written-about in the national papers, I shouldn't have been surprised when it happened. But nothing prepares you for the moment when somebody much older, who prides himself on his Luddite tendencies,...

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Total Abyss of the Heart

(0) Comments | Posted 11 February 2014 | (21:18)

It was a Valentine's Day Massacre.

Somewhere in a UK supermarket, they've hanged the bears in readiness. Suspended above boxes of truffles and Milk Tray; dangling, Damoclean, above bottles of red wine, a dozen hanged furry companions as a warning. Pour ne pas encourager les autres. Miss Valentine's Day -...

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Signifying Nothing

(0) Comments | Posted 2 February 2014 | (21:42)

It was when I saw the suggestion in a fashion magazine, late last night, that animal print might be a suitable style statement for a trip to the zoo, that I knew the game was up.

Living your life as if you're playing a part in a drama is nothing...

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Air From Another Life...

(0) Comments | Posted 20 January 2014 | (16:19)

I can never sleep on Sunday nights.

I've tried it all - within reason. Dimmed lights. Extinguished screens. Abandoning 'real' coffee for decaff, from midway through the afternoon. Music. Relaxation exercises - learned strategies of breath. Reading - endless reading - reading until I suddenly realise it's so late that...

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Terms And Conditions

(0) Comments | Posted 9 September 2013 | (17:06)

The Back To School signs have been in the shops since June. Bargain uniforms, special offer pencil cases: making spirits plummet as the summer break started. The Autumn Term has begun, so now Christmas displays are sneaking onto shelves; Christmas chocolates next to two-for-one stationery and leftover bargain picnic-ware. If...

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(1) Comments | Posted 1 September 2013 | (23:38)

I was a strange child.

Aged about six, I lifted a small book from my Dad's bookshelves. I wondered if he might read it to me. 'But I think it might be a scary murder story...'

I was precociously curious, but it wasn't a 'scary murder story' at all. It...

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Blogger's Block?

(1) Comments | Posted 28 July 2013 | (18:10)

Last week, the country ground to a halt. The world's media stopped with it - and hundreds, perhaps thousands of cameras were focused on one average-sized door of a private hospital in London.

Early on Monday 22nd July, the news had broken that the Duchess of Cambridge had arrived...

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In the Shade...

(0) Comments | Posted 8 July 2013 | (17:24)

It's summer in Northern Ireland. It's 27° Celsius in the shade...

Summer weather in Northern Ireland isn't a given. It casts a searchlight of truth on the local residents, as roughly 1.811 million people emerge, blinking, into the unfamiliar light of a summer day.

The PVC door creaks open....

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Low Fidelity

(0) Comments | Posted 1 July 2013 | (16:17)

It's finally happened. I've weakened. I always said I'd never do it, but, through sheer curiosity, I've had a look at Instagram...

My disapprobation of this photo app started months ago. It was a dark and stormy November afternoon and the sixth formers in my classroom were dreaming of better...

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Back To School

(0) Comments | Posted 12 May 2013 | (17:24)

It's one of those things that gets annoying, when you're a teacher: when the Back To School posters appear in the shops before the Summer Term has even finished. It feels like a hint at one of those government initiatives to shorten the school holidays. Perhaps like the campaigns to...

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Nostalgia - Is It Really What It Used to Be?

(0) Comments | Posted 5 May 2013 | (22:39)

'What a good place to be / Don't believe it / 'cause they speak a different language /And it's never really happened to me...'
Later in the week, if my nerve doesn't fail, I should be attending one of those events you don't believe you'll ever be old enough...
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Remote Control

(6) Comments | Posted 23 April 2013 | (00:00)

When I was a child - beyond the mists of time - there was a TV programme called Why Don't You?. The full title was Why Don't You Just Switch Off Your Television Set And Go Out And Do Something Less Boring Instead?- a title screamed at top volume by...

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Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring...

(0) Comments | Posted 6 April 2013 | (14:35)

It's Springtime at last on the stretch of coast where I live, and that has made all the difference.

Only a week ago, searing north-easterly gales were trying to blow me back into my north-east facing home every time I tried to go outside. Sheep and their new-born lambs were...

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Been There. Been That. Got The T-Shirt.

(0) Comments | Posted 19 March 2013 | (22:08)

It always happens.

Every time I wander into Topshop, I end up looking shiftily around me. I simply don't look as if I should be there. Essentially, I look too old: so much over 25 that it's almost beyond a joke; with 18 such a distant memory that I...

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Unseen Prose

(1) Comments | Posted 11 March 2013 | (21:31)

It was something I saw on Facebook. A local library somewhere was promoting reading with something new, urging readers to risk a Blind Date With A Book. Books were wrapped in plain paper, their covers hidden, their blurb obscured. Just a few words on the wrapping gave a hint of...

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Too. Much. Information.

(0) Comments | Posted 3 March 2013 | (15:08)

It was when I saw the latest Andrex advert that I knew things had gone too far.

'Do you scrunch or fold?' the toilet paper advertisers bellow, as they drag you into the Cubicle of Horror like an unlucky first former, about to get your head plunged into the toilet...

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More Lasting Than Bronze

(0) Comments | Posted 24 February 2013 | (13:01)

So it's Oscar time again.

I used to love the Oscars. I used to look forward to seeing the stars' red carpet appearances, examining the details of their dresses, their hairstyles and their sparkling jewels, as bright as their dazzling careers. The handsome, tuxedo-clad screen heroes. The excitement - the...

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Status? Anxiety

(0) Comments | Posted 17 February 2013 | (16:54)

Like so many of the things that make you think the most, it started as a joke. A challenge, almost.

'Miss? Could you write something about how you see teenagers? And whether we have replaced religion with things like Facebook?' It was Friday, half term was shimmering on the horizon,...

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