Just a Taste

Many young Brits tend to flee the nest at the tender age of eighteen to begin a new chapter at University. This new found freedom can be a shock to the system for many reasons. Mainly because their pile of dirty laundry stops magically working its way into the washing machine and back onto their hangers within a day... But once the penny drops, the liberty of being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want is a glorious realisation. However, after three years of late nights, greasy takeaways, and rarely washed bed linen; the reality for most is the post-University debt forces people back under their parent’s roof. Now don’t get me wrong, being catered for and having hot meals put on the table on a daily basis is the easy life. But when your mother starts hassling you to tidy your room then the cracks begin to show. But for most, there is no choice but to grin and bear your parent’s rules in order to save, save, save. Affordable housing is a hot topic within the political ag

Do ever get those disturbed, flu-filled nights sleeps that make you question your sanity? The ones that submerge you into a realm stuck between that of a horror film and sweaty dark place? Phew, I thought I was the only one. And what a way to wake up at 2am by pouncing up onto my bed in a state of wide eyed panic thinking I was meant to be at work. After I stopped hyperventilating, the penny dropped and I realised the wanky-winter flu had crept up on me and taken its toll. Ill. I am ill. And everyone is going to know about it. In this state, I think it's fair to say that most people want a level of sympathy and obviously think that whatever they have is death knocking at the door. When is reality, it's nothing a few days of tea, toast and plenty of rest can't fix. I still haven't quite worked out what the worst thing about being stuck at home surrounded by a pile of snotty tissues is. Is it a) the vom-inducing daytime tele, b) the downer to having just four chan

R allying across country in the comfort of my car is a given. The effortless motion of pressing a button, waiting for the beep and jumping on in is second nature to me; as it is to most Brits. And we all get to that stage when we start to get bored of our shiny four wheeled toy and decide it’s about time for an upgrade. The biggest decision to be made though, is how much are we willing to spend. Whether we want to splash out on the latest, most popular vehicle or settle for a used one instead. A massive percentage of people will choose the latter option for the simple reason that: a) it’s cheaper, and b) cars depreciate in value very quickly making them a poor investment buy. Yet buying a car is not too dissimilar to playing Russian Roulette. But instead of laying your life on the line, you’re laying the contents of your back-pocket. The element of chance is always present as you can never be sure that ‘what you see is what you get’. And this is exactly what a good friend o