Ah, the humble music festival. It's a rite of passage for countless young people, and being a heavy metal fiend my youth, my teens and twenties were defined by an annual pilgrimage to Donington for the Download Festival. Exciting times!  

Sadly, one such expedition didn't go strictly according to plan  this is the story of how I was never trusted to arrange such an event again 

So, things got to a slightly rocky start when my friend came to collect me at the crack of dawn and interrupted my…


It was a Saturday night like any other - which, at this point of my carefree twentysomething life, meant that it had involved copious amounts of Jack Daniels. You know the kind of evening in question - it was spent bar-hopping around the exotic climes of Romford, ensuring that while I like to imagine that I was smoother than silk the reality was more likely to resemble . Stumbling home after completing my night on the tiles, it was time for an uneventful night of restful sleep and no hangover…


There’s always that one person who is known by their nickname. In my friendship group, that would be Unlucky Jack. 

Honestly, it’s been a long time since anyone has called him Jack. I guess it started the day he turned sixteen. He was meeting this girl from online  and they were planning on going ice skating. He told everyone about how he was so excited for this date and we warned him about the dangers of meeting someone online

In truth, we were happy for him because he hadn’t had the best…


It had been a long time coming, but I’d nailed it – I’d managed to secure a date with a girl from work. I knew she’d succumb to my charms eventually – sometimes you just can’t fight destiny 


Any by charms, I basically mean grinning at her like a loon from across the open plan office  and eventually thinking maybe it might be a good idea to actually go talk to her 


I know, right? Terrifying. Unfortunately, I am very, very old, and this was a time before WhatsApp and Snapchat. Back in…


I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m a current third year university student, living with 4 housemates. The house is just small enough that we all get in each other’s way, the walls thin enough that even the slightest cough or even footstep can be heard from the other side of the house. Then again, it’s a roof over our heads and for the most part the place is warm, so we could be a lot worse off.


The main downside to the house, apart from the paper thin walls and the ever…