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Recently, Coronation Street ran the heartbreaking story of Steve and Michelle suffering a late miscarriage and losing their baby. It is a devastating experience that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Unsurprisingly, with it coming into the fore, emotions will be running high for anyone who has experienced any sort of miscarriage.
We all have good ideas or dreams whereby we can progress financially, spiritually, morally etc....but we don't necessarily
Eventually, determined to solve the mystery, I pushed a card through the man's door, explaining that I loved his signs. I asked if I could write an article about him, and gave him my contact details.
Brian puts on his new "trust me I'm a Physics teacher" badge. And he is SuperCox once more! With superhero flair he deletes the email and grabs his man-bag ready to face his agent, So many thoughts are developing in his mind, Could the BBC really survive without me?
John Bercow has been getting tons of letters from the public, pouring scorn on parliament's "nodding donkeys" and "sneering
The most immediately striking thing about an evening of spoken word is the almost tangible electricity in the air. No one is quite sure what to expect because every act differs in tone, delivery, style and content which turns the evening into a mad up and down trajectory of individuals pouring their hearts and minds into a microphone for an appreciative audience.
I blocked the tw*ts, and took the LOLs Yes, I hash-tagged, and humble-bragged, and tweeted my way
In a special series for Huffington Post UK Culture, some of the country's finest performance poets have recorded exclusive
In a special series for Huffington Post UK Culture, some of the country's finest performance poets have recorded exclusive
Every Friday, Huffington Post Culture picks a poem for your weekend. Today: Coat by Vicki Feaver. Vicki Feaver is an award
I shout but no one listens I call but no one cares But rustle a bag of crisps And they'll come bombing down the stairs. I