Three Stories From Folklore

My job is strange. For World Book Week, I encouraged several of our staff[1] to read out stories rooted in their own heritage to my students. All my colleagues, however, are incredibly busy, so I agreed to source the stories. I am not the kind of librarian to do things by half, so what follows... Continue Reading →

from Nebraska

A poem in the voice of Rosalita. Read More. I don't like salesmen And you've got nothing to sell me Sure you're suave but you're just nicely packaged I'm bored with conversation That leads nowhere and says nothing And you said nothing Just to talk to me [chorus] Don't talk to girls As if we're... Continue Reading →

o2 Academy

Somewhere, in the annals of time, am I still dancing at a Zane Lowe disco? I might wear skinny jeans tonight I could dye my hair an unnatural bright but you wouldn't be fooled if I stopped by the Student Union, or Brixton, joined the 2999 who might be dancing, in their own time to... Continue Reading →

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