I'm rather amused by a news story about a registered priest and children's author who was asked to leave a Penair School assembly after using words like "ass", "bogey", "bum", "crap" and "fart" in his talk.

I just had to share my birthday message from Darko. Oh guys! How can I enjoy the life without him?

Whilst the guys around me prattled on, I looked around me and took stock of the situation. Immediately opposite me was a guy who looked like a cross between Ozzy Osborne. On another table, a giant Brazilian in a football kit and a Beetles wig kissed a girl with a mane of long Orange hair and white PVC boots.

Yesterday I reached a whole new level of stupidity when, upon identifying that I was at danger of saying something ridiculous, I consciously decided to try with all my might not to but...

Never had I had the slightest clue as to what goes on in (dramatic thunder crash) Holywell Manor. The building itself is sinister and has peculiar effects on people whilst they're inside.

Being an open-minded soul, I tried not to judge bit it was clear that this was no ordinary graduate accommodation!

It was the year 2002 and I had just moved into a grubby little student house. Dan and I decide that a great activity would be to write a list headed: "Predictions for the year!"

If you were about to assume that growing up in Cornwall was all about the sea, agriculture and pasties you would not be far wrong, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Shortly after laughing at the passport photographs of the new Catz MCR Freshers the cringe worthy memories of some of my own passport photo disasters flooded back.