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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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She-Bop: A history of women in rock and pop
It’s such a cliché to not like Mondays that I really wish I did like them. I’ve tried hard to flirt with Monday, to trick myself into pretending it’s actually Thursday, but to no avail. *gallic shrug* Mondays are bitty, frequently overwhelming, require the organisational zeal of a great military leader and never quite leave
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Love songs reimagined
There’s little better on a sunny day than bagging a place on a sun lounger in the garden and tuning in to Huey (the achingly cool Noo Yoiker from the Fun Lovin Criminals) on BBC 6 Music. Never plays a duff tune, and as for that chocolatey “hot dwogs and cwaffee” drawl…. Today he played
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Thanks for the music Gerry
Just before I retired to bed last night, I read on Twitter that Gerry Goffin had died aged 75. As one half of one of the most successful songwriting partnerships of all time, working with Carole King, Goffin penned a huge amount of hit records that I adore. I woke up today with “Will you
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It’s about time…
First things first: yes, I’m late to the blog party. I’ve been meaning to get around to starting one for about, ooh, seven years now. Why? Because I love writing. I’m mathematically inept, rubbish at science and terrible at drawing. I wrote my first “book” at the age of eight (‘Journey Into a Volcano’; precociously
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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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