Daisy Couture

In my experience, summer terms are always precarious. Your marks matter but you don’t want them to; you’re trying to cook for yourself but you keep getting invited to the pub; you feel too mature for hangovers but you find yourself in Flares at 2am; you need to apply for internships but you don’t have any experience.

This year, I’ve decided to try and make the absolute most of my summer term; after all, I’ve only got one left. Whilst I have fond memories regarding my social life last year (name

For as long as I can remember, I've suffered from migraines. One of my most distinct memories of primary school involves being sent home, curling up in my darkened bedroom, clutching a pillow to my face and crying because the searing pain through my left eye just wouldn't relent. This would go on for hours or even days. Paracetamol wouldn't touch it, nor would the litres of water I chugged.

As I got older, they seemed to become more intense. However, I also started identifying patterns - around

To be completely and utterly candid, I was terrified of going to university. At least a month before I was due to leave, I developed an incredibly unpleasant stomach ache that didn’t go away until I arrived. However, when that day came, I found myself overcome by a strange sense of serenity. I knew that I was ready, and all those weeks of fretting faded into obscurity. I’m still not quite sure how this happened, but I managed to evade homesickness entirely; whilst Freshers’ Week wasn’t anything

Hunter S. Thompson's hazy, semi-autobiographical account of a drugs-fuelled bender under Las Vegas skies has been on my reading list for some time now. As something of an aspiring journalist myself, I've been thinking of this book as a rite of passage;

something that everybody fascinated by print media should read. There is no doubt that what this book has to say about the American Dream, psychedelics, cops, casinos, cults, drag racing, foreigners, apes, the Sixties and Jefferson Airplane (amon

York is a city best known for three things: a cathedral, some castle walls, and a winding Diagon Alley-esque street called 'The Shambles'. I don't deny the beauty or uniqueness of any one of these features; York Minster is undoubtedly breathtaking, the City Wall Walk is a pleasant way to spend a sunny afternoon, and The Shambles is host to a myriad of quirky little shops and cafes to amble round.

However, if you're a resident, a student, or even an avid day-tripper, then you should already be f