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Skeletons in the Closet

When I left home, and my disposable income became my not-so-disposable income, the first thing I gave up was fashion. For someone who’d grown up on a diet of ...

Grouchy Marx

I don't remember the last time I walked through this university without being stopped by someone with an agenda. Protests, paintball, whatever the hell is the n...

Mystery Meat

I still remember the last meat I ate. It was a caesar wrap from Macca’s, the crispy deep fried chicken in perfect harmony with its attendant bacon. But it lef...

Charlie Hebdo

I recently drew my first picture of Muhammad. It was a 10-centimetre coal pencil sketch on the back of a serviette I made while waiting at a coffee store. Norma...

Fringe Binge

You wake up on a balmy February morning, tangled in your sweaty sheets. You had a terrible nightmare, and yet even in the light of day it seemed so real. Could ...