Monthly Archives: September 2015

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Bloggers’ Festival

Since moving to London, it’s been nice to get involved in the blogging ‘community’ a little more. I don’t blog to be a ‘blogger’ – I blog so that I can write. However, I’m not going to deny that there are some perks that come along with the blogging thing. When you spend so much time and energy on a project, it’s nice to be around other people who understand and who share things with you. And yes, it’s nice to feel rewarded for your efforts!

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What Festivals Taught Me About My Phone Addiction

Hi, my name is Claire Louise Sheridan, and I’m a phone-aholic (this is the part where I think you’re supposed to say “Hi Claire”). I’ve known this for ages, I’m not going to lie, but it’s gotten to the point where I physically will not leave my house without my charger. I charge my phone in restaurants, at work, in DJ booths in clubs, and on many a floor in shopping centres. Basically, the idea of being without a phone is like missing a limb, and festivals exacerbate the problem for the most part because there are often very few places to charge your phone. So what’s a girl to do?
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An Open Letter To Men’s Rights Activists

Are you a Men’s Rights Activist? Hi, this piece is aimed at you. Please sit down and read before you make any judgements. Yes, you. I can sense your indignation already, and I’m just waiting for the ‘Feminazi’ comments to start rolling in. However, I can assure you that I’m nothing of the sort – I mean for starters, I’ve never practiced mass genocide in the name of a cause I believe in.

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Reading Festival Fashion

OOTD: Gig Edition, Reading Festival Round-Up

I go to a ton of festivals, and I like to look the part. Plus, these days, I know it’s a bit of a “who’s who” type thing, so looking like you made the effort is a nice touch. Sure, it’s not all about what you wear, but looking good is part of the fun of it! For this year’s Reading Festival (Saturday), I braved it in white dungarees, which was risky because of my fake tan and the mud. By the end of the night, these were a little less than pristine, but by that time, I didn’t care. I also realized once I stepped into the sunshine that my bra (aka crop top) was slightly see-through. Oh wellll!

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