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On the 27th of November, I walked into the Banham theatre to watch TG Leeds’ production of ‘Big Big Sky’. Upon entry, I noticed the theatre had been decorated with dozens of ornate paper birds ascending along the sides of the seats, a detail that not only acted as a thoughtful prelude to the central plot of the play but also to the care and intentionality of the team behind the production. I had little knowledge of Tom Wells’ Big Big Sky before TG’s rendition, but within minu

There’s no shortage of online content telling men how to be ‘good in bed’: from which lingerie turns men on most, to the best moves, the right dirty talk, and even instructions for their hands. It’s all very loud, very intentional, and honestly a bit repetitive. What I rarely ever see talked about are the small, everyday things, the innocent, almost accidental moments that lodge themselves in my brain and replay until the moment I’m finally asleep. So I sat down, reflected, a

Over Christmas, I was having lunch with my godfather and my dad. Because both are businessmen, naturally they started talking about how each of their careers were going (which I can only involve myself with for a maximum of five minutes before boredom takes over). However, my godfather quickly got onto how AI has helped him get three months of work done in less than a day’s work, and how my dad should utilise this ASAP. I am, and have always been, an open hater of AI. Natural

I walk into the climbing gym. The lockers are lined with Salomons. An Arcteryx beanie haunts my peripheral vision. The girl next to me boasts a capri trouser she masterfully selected from some charity shop in Headingley. My sweatpants and pasta-stained vest top are no match for my peers; the substandard outfit reflecting my novice climbing abilities. But the issue isn’t their suitability for sports, it’s the fact that they don’t reflect my personality. It appears the reign of