Steve’s Student Blog

Great Britain - Great Briton!

My grandfather’s generation continually talk about how great Britain was. How before “the war"we were a great world power and that it has been all down hill since then. Well, things have changed but that doesn’t mean that it has to be worse. No, Britain (though grandad very much saw himself as “English”) can still be great but in a different way.

The world is invariably dominated by a few economic powers and at the moment it happens to be More

Thank Goodness For TV

I am a man and I love Loose Women, there, I admit it! It’s the things they come out with that get me—every time you think you’ve seen as much as you ever will from a bunch of genius (loose) womanly minds, some new holy grail of feminine wisdom is spewed fourth. Where would men be without it?

From politics to curry to designer bedding to sex to rock-and-roll to the universe and Batman, there’s always something new More

Diary of a posh trailblazer.

Dear diary:

Today I started up the very first posh only free-running club that the great city of London has ever seen in all its wonderful years!

My goodness, it feels rather fantastic to be a mighty trail-blazer.

I wanted to make the club accessible to all interested candidates–but also keep a stringent check on the all important image of posh students attending, who would act as role models to posh youth everywhere–so I asked new members to More

My name is Harriet and this is my diary entry.

Dear diary:

Today was a truly stupendously awful day, and I have had some very awful ones living in Oxford trying to fit in with the middle-class people, so I should be the one to know. But there was one very wonderful thing about it that I must write down, and may well prove fruitful financially in the future.

It began, as does every putrid Monday Lunch-time, with me working my very trying and laborious shift at the local pub, More

I am Rupert and I am coming, so look out chaps!

Dear Diary:

Cambridge University was a very real challenge for me today—mainly because the work was so easy, once again, and all the other student’s were holding me back, as they always do, bless their little middle-class cotton socks.

Today, dear Rupert Everett Edward Gainsby the third’s diary, I did something great (something mummy and daddy will be extremely proud of and congratulate me upon by inputting a sizeable cash bonus in to my Swiss bank account): I have started More

The big bad world

When I was at University little under a year ago I felt great, but why wouldn’t I? I had a loan, a part-time job, my course was going well and I had the full support of my friends and family who were no more than a few miles apart. Everything was easy, but if I think about it, everything has been relatively easy for a long, long time.

Since the age of four I had been in full-time education, being More