Diary of a Finalist
Sunday morning, sun streaming through the curtains and my head not hurting nearly as much as I deserve, I wake up and turn to him "I've finished finals." He grunts, tries very hard to stay awake and fails. I pick up the glossy mag a friend gave me after I came out of schools the day before and read it in bed. Bliss.
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Columns: Top spot: Edinburgh
The best moment of the Edinburgh festival two years ago was, for me, going home. Never have I been so thankful of a warm bed, rather than someone's beer-impregnated carpet, never have I gazed at a washing machine with such awe, and never have I felt I have just taken part in something amazing, something which yearly re-affirms the importance of art, whether it be a man in a cloud suit juggling, Perrier Award-winning comedians, or a brand new production of Hamlet. At the Edinburgh festival you are likely to get all that and a whole lot more. I took a sixth form production of a two handed play to Edinburgh. ...
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The last ever one, so don't ruin it. Whoever's sniggering at the back can shut it right now or I'm going to be very angry.
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Schoolboy myths are those nuggets of wisdom that are only circulated at school, but you never know whether they are correct or not. It's as simple as that.