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Some Qs, Some As
Only last night I was bemoaning the fact that I’ve been the world’s tardiest blogger of late, so thanks Ruth for the tag that kick-started my typing fingers. So the rules are simple. It’s a Q&A meme. I have seven questions to answer, so here goes…. 1. What do you want most from 2015? The…
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13.1 miles from home girl: Or, what a Half Marathon feels like for a first timer
So, we’ve already established that I’m not a great runner. After training hard over the Summer to make it possible to run the Cardiff 10k at the beginning of September (picking up all sorts of injuries along the way), there was only one thing for it once I’d done it, got the T-shirt. Sign up…
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What I learned from finishing the Cardiff 10k…
About two months ago (on July 7th 2014 to be precise), I pulled on my trainers and headed out to my local park in Grangetown, just to see how far I could comfortably run. For innocent bystanders, it must have been like watching an asthmatic penguin rushing desperately for a bus. I wheezed my way…
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Fifty shades of MEH…or why I’ll be avoiding the film like the plague
So the internet is ablaze with talk of the Fifty Shades of Grey trailer. Yes, the long-awaited (not by me) celluloid version of the girlporn publishing phenomenon is almost here. And I’m already sick of seeing women sharing the trailer on my social timelines. Why? Because the whole thing, not to put too fine a…
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On what Louboutins have in common with Nike Airs…
Every time the office buzzer rang today, I silently prayed it would be the courier. And when it eventually was, and I finally had the box in my hand, I simply didn’t know what to do with it. My heart raced, adrenaline surged through my veins, and my lips suddenly dried out. I realised I…
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On joining a gym….
I bet none of these chancers were doing what I was doing last night. Viz. drinking gin in the garden, picking apart the finer lyrical points of Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black album while gesturing expansively, my cigarettes lighting up the dark garden like poisonous fireflies. Oh no. And I bet none of them spent…
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Goodnight Bobby…and musings on musical deaths
Three mornings this week the boy has been minding his own business in the kitchen only to be disturbed by hollered snippets of misery from the floor above. Thanks to my habit of checking Twitter before I even contemplate getting up, I’ve become a bit of a bed-bound bearer of bad news. It goes a…
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Hello. I’m Sara. This site is home to my writing for the Western Mail, a newspaper kind enough to publish my internal ramblechats. In 2022 I was named Wales Media Awards Columnist of The Year for this column. Madness. You’ll find me spaffing opinions on feminism, inequality, festivals, tech, art and whatever else pops into my head at 3am the day before deadline. There’s also bonus content, when the muse takes me (WHERE IS SHE TAKING ME? I DIDN’T ORDER THIS CAB! Etc…).
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