Alternative titles: Gascoigne suffers defeat in latest bout with alcoholism Hero in need: Let’s save Gazza   Gazza, 46, ended up in hospital this week after a mammoth booze binge. Gascoigne, 46, was hospitalised this week in the wake of… Continue Reading →

1) The prepositions contribute a narrative feel to the anecdote, distancing Orwell from the events and shifting any potential judgemental views onto his friend, the main character, and not him, the narrator. 2) Orwell’s tone in the extract comes across,… Continue Reading →

Even as I sit here now, I still ponder the possibility of the event occurring. They’re incalculable. Nil. Nought. Nothing. Being unable to work it out, that’s what I hate. Not knowing isn’t dissimilar to torture. I hate it. Anyway,… Continue Reading →

Truthfully, I don’t want to be writing this – but I am. My imbecilic therapist has it in his head that it’s a great idea. He’s a prick. Why should I even listen to him? I hate writing; it hurts… Continue Reading →

Truthfully, I don’t want to be writing this – but I am. My imbecilic therapist reckons it’s a great idea. What a prick. Why do I even listen to him? Writing’s stupid; it’s boring and it hurts my hand. But… Continue Reading →

“I used to write letters, I used to sign my name.” Isolation. Implying that it doesn’t happen anymore, reminiscing of when they were sincere enough to do it. Not bothered to send letters to anyone anymore; they don’t feel it’s… Continue Reading →

Drifting off to sleep, I dragged myself gingerly onto the iron-framed bed in room one. It was hell. I looked around the building one last time; I was scared. What kind of black-hearted bastard would do this? The man upstairs…. Continue Reading →

I remember it; it is engraved in my memory. Scooby sundenly bolted up the valley and towards the house. Scowling winds picked up around us, shaking the trees violently. Our fire was blown out instantaneously. The temperature plummeted. Shivering in… Continue Reading →

I have decided to write a book. I couldn’t care less about whether or not you care about what I have to say, but you’re reading this, so I guess I have to say that I hope you enjoy it…. Continue Reading →

Notes: Juxtapositions – city girl in country, places we know with guns and missiles. Terrorism – bombings on news. Rock music, headphones sunglasses, ripped tights, tank-top, leather jacket, jewellery – rebellious, wants a high status. Independent. Why does she dismiss… Continue Reading →