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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

Over four days and seven performances, the brand new musical Weird made its exclusive worldwide debut in January 2026 at Newcastle Theatre Royal to a limited audience. This Macbeth-inspired musical showcased fun, boppable music, c*nty outfits, and phenomenal voices from a hot cast, whilst creating an exemplarily visionary experience through its staging and lighting. For those of you fond of the musical world, this summary may give you flashbacks to when you first watched Six.

I’ve spent some time staring at a blank Word document, trying to think of where to start. This hesitation is the whole point – symptomatic of the broader condition of self-awareness. It’s like my brain won’t let me be earnest without footnoting myself. It hits me in the most arbitrary moments. In the midst of friendly conversation, I find myself dissecting the most intrinsic aspects of myself: my logic, my cadence and inflections, the way my eyebrows arch and furrow as part o

Recently, the internet has been reminiscing about a simpler time – a time when Snapchat filters and Musical.ly had all the hype, and AI chatbots like ChatGPT were a foreign concept that no one was concerned with in their seemingly blissful existences. Harper's Bazaar described 2016 as ‘the last good year’. From Zara Larsson’s ‘Lush Life’ to skinny jeans and ankle boots, 2016 is being framed as a time of innocence and authenticity, when things weren't so performative. The ‘201

Tart: Misadventures of an Anonymous Chef is a debut novel from the anonymous ‘Slutty Cheff’, known for her Instagram page where she unashamedly posts about food and sex, closely connecting the two with no details spared. She’s since become a regular British Vogue columnist, writing unapologetically honest opinion pieces and providing snippets into her life. Cheff’s captions and articles had already established her as a talented writer and her style is one that I certainly go

“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself” -Haruki Murakami. Through literature, art, culture, and media, I have forever been inclined to travel; to see the world for what it is, in all of its glory and freedom. So far, I have seen a fair lot: gazed out of a Parisian balcony, gawked upwards at the sheer verticality of New York, strolled through Verona, cycled through German and Dutch streets, and walked through countless other towns and cities abroad