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There was a time, not so long ago, when we forked out a product's RRP blindly. "Only £59.99, you say? I think I might be being ripped off... but that's cool."

Then came online shopping, bidding portals, comparison sites and affiliate networks (let's just ignore the life and...

Networking. It's a bit of a bugger isn't it? There's always that paralysing fear of turning up to an event not knowing anyone, having to break the ice, thinking of what to say next. That's why you need a weapon. I once wrote that the way to succeed at networking...

We're waiting in Vom 1. Months of early-morning dance rehearsals all come down to this. Immune to 80,000 noisy ticket holders outside, all we hear are instructions from Gina, our Manc director and segment chartist, on our in-ear radios. It's 9.57pm on Friday 27th July 2012, and we're...

A few weeks ago, I put myself forward as a volunteer to be a performer at the Olympics 2012 Ceremonies. Sworn to secrecy, I couldn't possibly divulge anything we were asked to do (the first rule of Olympics volunteering is that you don't talk about Olympics...

I've been feeling a fair amount of blogging guilt of late. Writing is all very well and good until you stop / simply don't have enough hours in the day to do it. My desire to keep on creating turns into a bit of nervous twitch...

Forced to sort though endless boxes from the attic at my parents' house one weekend of late, I came across my university coursework. An English Literature student to the core, I prided myself on five-hour working weeks, drunk creative writing and a propensity for pashminas. I imagined myself...

On the 26th July 2011, Amy Winehouse was cremated. This strikes me as slightly strange since burial, not cremation, is the traditional Jewish rite. But I can understand the will that her grave not be made into a shrine. An equivalent to the Jim Morrison Paris pilgrimage to

Anyone who's lived in London for six months or more will tell you that Tube Rage is a real problem that can infiltrate your life, if you let it. It turns would-be sane adult commuters into vicious, defensive teenagers who become tersely territorial over a dust mite-ridden square of carpet...