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If there's one thing I know about myself for certain , it's that i have a tempestuous relationship with sugar. It's my nemesis for sure. So I'll probably never get my own superhero movie with that premise but  I have long since made my peace with my innate ordinariness as a person. Myself and sugar have wrestled continuously for years now. I manage to quit it completely and go through all the horrible steps of sugar withdrawal but all the same I watch sugary treats from afar as though it is a secret crush of mine and all the while I know sometime soon we will be reunited. Do I return to sugar because I am an emotional eater with no proper outlet for my volcano like emotional eruptions or perhaps I have abandoned myself to the inevitability that I will return to sugar some day for a brief but torrid affair. I seem to live only in two lands. One where all sugar is forbidden or another where I much cram as much sugar as possible into me before sense prevails and I f

Last night, I finally had the opportunity to attend Modwords. For those of you not familiar this is a Spoken Word event being put together by the very talented Anna Jordan. For lack of a better description it is an open mic but for poetry or anything resembling poetry. It's been running for a few months but it has had the misfortune of being hosted on nights where I am working late so last night was the first time I was fortuitous enough to be able to attend. I have never hidden my love of poetry. It's always been a form of literature that has spoken to me on another level. Expressing emotional states that ordinary language cannot do justice to. I once used to have some of my favourite poems typed and stuck to my bedroom walls, something that seems terribly juvenile now but at the time it seemed important that I could access these words whenever I desired and every time they struck a chord. It's fair to say I have been writing poetry since I was 15. Most of my e

Can I just start by saying the 'the common cold' is a very misleading term. It sounds so mild and harmless while sometimes it can be anything but. No I do not know of anyone who has died of a head cold so lets be clear on the fact that I am being melodramatic but my everything hurts so I feel entitled to exaggerate a bit for entertainments sake. There has been a cold doing the rounds over the last few weeks in work and I have been lucky to escape it. Usually in an enclosed environment it gets you eventually but I thought I had dodged the snotty bullet. I had not. I had the odd sneeze or cough or sniffle but the next day it would be gone and I thought that was my wonderful immune system. Then last Thursday I woke up before work only able to breathe out of one nostril and I knew the battle had commenced. I stopped at a shop on the way to work for reinforcements in anticipation ( reinforcements being balsam tissues, strepsils and painkillers) and by my morning break I had a fo