Well hello there Blogosphere, it’s been a little while hasn’t it? No prizes for guessing why that would be. Things are well and truly on…
Back in my final week at Swansea University, I made a bit of a deal with the union’s events company, Swansea Student Events. In exchange…
There are several things you accept when you decide to become a journalist. It’s by no means an easy path. You’ll probably have to work…
You know the rugby’s arrived in the Cresci household. Talk of tactics, prospects and player choices have been en vogue at family mealtimes for a…
“I need to make a spoof Twitter account of you,” I was told by a friend in the wee hours of this morning. As he…
For anyone who’s lived and partied into the wee hours in Cardiff, Caroline Street is a bit of an institution. I may have picked a…
It’s not all relaxation and fun times before I begin the course in Cardiff in September. Before I arrive at Bute Building in just over…
After a late finish at work on Monday night, I brought my laptop down to the sitting room, plonked my bum on the sofa and…
I only started wearing perfume relatively recently. Before that it was never something I’d given a great deal of thought to, aside from sneaking a…
This would be the face of someone who just got their acceptance letter to the journalism course they’d been pining after for who knows how…
