Of all the things I can't get my head round in life, there is one thing that stands out above all else. It's not that vending machines kill more people annually than sharks, or even that they used to use dead beetles for Smarties colouring.

It's that people genuinely feel...

As someone who was born after Margaret Thatcher stepped down from office, the Iron Lady has been a remarkably present figure throughout my life. Perhaps it was because she was the local MP for my area before taking up residence at Downing Street, or the fact she was admired by...

There's been a lot of ink spilled this week about the crisis in the Middle East, and I'm not about to write an impassioned polemic trying to intellectualise the situation there. I'm not informed enough - in fact I'm not convinced that anyone is - to accurately represent the years...

As an August-born baby, summer has always been my favourite time of year. But all the season's had to show for itself thus far is soggy weather, a bunch of tax dodging celebs and as usual, the part time patriotism that comes to light during sports tournaments. Yes, as if...

A few months ago, I wrote a philosophy essay discussing whether one could justifiably be morally opposed to prostitution. It was one of the first I had actually really enjoyed researching and writing, perhaps because it was on a topic I could identify with, as opposed to some metaphysical mumbo...

Around a year ago, I went to a talk for people interested in getting into journalism. And by the end of that session, I had learnt something very important: without a blog or Twitter account, I was never going to make it as a journo. This probably sounds like astoundingly...

"Getting caught is the mother of invention," wrote Robert Byrne, and he was right - getting caught in the zips and buttons of incorrectly sized high-street wear has been a problem in need of solving since, well, forever. Perhaps overly tight blouses weren't quite what Byrne had in mind, but...

Last week, it happened. I remember where I was, I remember what I was wearing, I remember it all. Yes, last week marked the first time in eight years that I was actually offered money for writing an article. I should probably explain the reasons behind my near decade spanning...

Students and protesting have always gone together like fish and chips, but recent heavy handedness is slowly damaging this age old tradition. What was once a communal and peaceful way for students to speak out about the issues affecting them is slowly turning into a criminal offence, and the ever...