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The Lingering Presence of London’s Empty Homes: A Personal and Systemic Crisis
I am frequently reminded of a time, many years ago, when some friends were squatting a long-term empty terraced house in London. They were young, resourceful, and working in low-wage jobs, making squatting a desperate necessity for them to simply get by and have a roof over their heads. I recall that typical two-up, two-down…
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Salamanca, Spain: A Sun-Drenched Escape and Tapas Paradise
The end of 2025 was the time I decided to ditch the UK’s perpetually grey skies for some fabulous Spanish city-hopping. Earlier in the summer, I was lucky enough to enjoy a trip to L’Escala, Costa Brava—because honestly, if there’s sea, I’m happy. More recently, a brilliant excuse presented itself: a good friend decided to…
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2025 was the year of the kindness of strangers
Another year has absolutely sprinted past us, leaving 2025 in a cloud of nostalgic dust bunnies. I swear, the older you get, the faster the Earth spins. Though it was marked by slow, sometimes painful moments, it was also sprinkled with moments of pure, sparkling joy. It’s now making a swift exit, propelled by the…
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White Male, Working-Class and Against Far-Right Populism
Last week brought fantastic news: Plaid Cymru’s Lyndsay Whittle delivered a victory speech. I’ve been increasingly concerned by the constant noise, shouting, and prominence given to the populist right across the UK. It was gratifying to see Wales deliver a clear rebuke to Reform and, while they were at it, a slap to Labour. As…
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The fantastic things that keep me sane
The demanding nature of the hospitality business has consumed my days and nights, a relentless whirlwind that requires unwavering attention. It feels like a constant tightrope walk, with scarcely a moment of calm. Each day brings its own unique set of challenges, from the unpredictable drama of staff crises and unexpected equipment breakdowns to the…
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Waterloo Wander: A South Bank Stroll Through London’s Hidden Gems
I decided to seize the day and, more importantly, the glorious weather that was once again gracing us Londoners. So, I embarked on an early morning walk. You see, I figured the early bird gets the worm, or in this case, avoids the ‘after teatime’ terrors that some pearl-clutching fearmongers love to whisper and like…








