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

When I Grow Up...

(0) Comments | Posted 8 October 2014 | (18:49)

'When I grow up,' I wrote on Twitter last week, 'I want to be Emily Mortimer - or rather, the
character she plays in The Newsroom.'

I don't really. I like the character: a lot. I see something of myself in her, and those who know me best see...

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Ten Books - Ten Thoughts

(1) Comments | Posted 15 September 2014 | (17:06)

When someone nominated me for the Ice Bucket Challenge, I slightly lost the plot. I didn't do it; I donated; we fell out. I don't really believe in public displays of anything: affection, affectation, philanthropy. But I've been nominated for that social media challenge of picking ten books which affected...

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Trains of Thought: A Political Fairytale

(0) Comments | Posted 10 September 2014 | (21:41)

'Seriously, guys,' said Nick, coming back from the buffet car carrying three takeaway lattes in one of those elaborate egg-carton cup carriers. 'Guys. Seriously.'

'God Nick, what now?' David was looking tired while Ed slurped his latte gratefully and quickly.

'Guys,' Nick elaborated. 'We completely forgot something...

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Secrets and Lives

(1) Comments | Posted 31 August 2014 | (23:23)

It started with a look at the preview of the week's TV. On one, exciting and revelatory evening, three sets of secrets: Dogs: Their Secret Lives. The Secret Life of Books. Super Sense: The Secret Power of Animals. No-one has any secrets left unrevealed, it seems, in these times of...

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Putting Time On Ice

(0) Comments | Posted 20 August 2014 | (13:52)

Earlier this week, the world-famous and iconic London clock, Big Ben, was prepared for a major undertaking of cleaning and repairs. Before the work could begin, the familiar "bongs" of the clock's bell were silenced, and the clock's hands were brought to the twelve noon position. As I watched the...

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Up to the Skies...

(0) Comments | Posted 7 August 2014 | (19:04)

The International Space Station is making bright, low passes through the late summer night sky this month. On a cool, clear night, I watched its smooth, stately progress from west to east - seemingly just at the top end of my street.

I so love watching the ISS: seeing...

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Extreme and Dangerous

(0) Comments | Posted 26 July 2014 | (19:30)

It was just one of those routine conversations.

'And can I ask... what's in the parcel?'
'Just a book.'
'Ok, thanks. It's just, I have to check it's nothing dangerous...'
A question mark hovers in the Post Office clerk's voice.
'It's fine. It really isn't dangerous...

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Do the Skeleton Shuffle...

(1) Comments | Posted 15 July 2014 | (18:06)

The anaesthetizing TV with which I block out the pain during my morning treadmill session was priceless this morning. Much more distracting than the familiar dramas and cliffhangers on the famous cobbled street or market squares of Salford or Walford, and the latest plots of someone's dirty linen. Today, the...

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School's Out For Summer

(0) Comments | Posted 8 July 2014 | (19:14)

Alice Cooper put well it in 1972.

Anticipating coffee and a bun on the second morning of the holidays, I was assaulted by the first Back to School display of summer. No sooner have the holidays begun than we're preparing for them to end: hardly had I dragged myself...

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Quiet, Please: Play.

(0) Comments | Posted 27 June 2014 | (15:38)

It's Glastonbury weekend, and I spot one of those online quizzes: What Sort of Festival-Goer Are You? The sort who doesn't go to Festivals, I think, as I turn on the TV. It's Wimbledon fortnight too, which, here in Northern Ireland, means the end of the school year, with children,...

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Frustration, Frustration, Frustration

(0) Comments | Posted 9 June 2014 | (17:15)

Sometimes you feel that you simply cannot get it right.

When I was 18, the future just one verb tense away, my Mum gave me advice. I mean, she gave me advice all the time, mostly about vests and eating meat, but I can still remember how much I laughed...

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Beautiful? Damned?

(0) Comments | Posted 25 May 2014 | (14:05)

So a well-known Sunday Colour Supplement has issued some good advice, this weekend, on how normal women can emulate 'expensive' beauty using products and procedures in their price-range.

It has made my weekend to discover that I can look better if I simply sleep more. Sleep, after all, is free,...

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Snail Wars

(0) Comments | Posted 16 May 2014 | (16:44)

I don't often laugh out loud early in the morning, but today was an exception.

A radio presenter, outlining the contents of the morning newspapers, discussed new strategies for gardeners to get rid of unwelcome snails which eat their way through delicate plants and leave slimy trails across herbaceous...

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... Just Like Everybody Else

(0) Comments | Posted 8 May 2014 | (22:49)

So I hear that one of this season's celebrity trends is 'Normcore'.

This fascinating departure from glamour is to be 'deliberately ordinary' in how you present yourself. You might have nondescript, untidy hair and possibly a rather anonymous pair of glasses. You might wear a lived-in hoodie and sensible,...

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The Generation Game

(0) Comments | Posted 19 April 2014 | (20:06)

So the Pensions Minister has said that pensioners might soon be provided with an estimated date of death, so that they can calculate how long they need to eke out their pension funds. The ultimate expiry date, it strikes an uncomfortable balance between financial pragmatism and a cynical attitude to...

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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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