I never threw up; I just hated myself. For no reason. Looking back, I genuinely had no reason to feel that way: it was the covid pandemic, and I was to stay home, do very little work and spend my days surrounded by my loving, completely grounded and supportive family. But something evil pounced upon me one day, and the following two years would be spent trying not to jump from the cliff of death.
As Glasgow slides further into a homelessness crisis, there are plenty of charities out there supporting people living on the street or temporary accommodation.
Being in your 20s can feel isolating, like you’re being left behind while everyone around you flourishes. But at what point do those comparisons start to suck all the enjoyment out of life? And at what point will we realise it’s something we’re all experiencing?
As musicians announce fewer and fewer dates on their tours, and companies like Ticketmaster have monopolies on the tickets they do release, it’s the fans that ultimately pay the price.
Over 100 cyclists cycled from Edinburgh to Dublin during the six nations for the eighth annual charity cycle for the My Name’5 Doddie Foundation for motor neuron disease.Â
