On paper, no one should enjoy a marathon. It’s not so much the whole running for 26 miles stuff that bothers me – I mean, they’re your knees, do what you want – and more the fact that most marathons take place on a Sunday. Which, if I need to remind you, is a designated day […]
In February, me and my housemate went to Iceland. It was the weekend after Valentine’s Day, so naturally our trip had all the hallmarks of your average romantic break: music so loud you can’t hear the other person speak, copious amounts of duty free rum, an inability to get out of bed before 1pm, and fancy dinners including […]
The first time I went to an all night rave was in 2001 in Kings Cross. Back then you just walked up to the doors, had a bag search, and then off you went. Last week I went back to Fabric which recently re-opened after having its licence revoked and yep: times have most definitely changed.