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Blogging so my kids can read about themselves when they are older, as I may still be too traumatised to talk about it.

Neighbours may grate, but could always be worse - Argus Friday 20th May 2016

Posted Tuesday 24th May 2016   By Ericka Waller

Do you know your neighours? One in four British people would call their neighbours friends. 17% of British people have had a serious disgreement, 8% of which resulted in police or court action. The top contentious issues are noise, parking and border disputes.

High heel rule exposes innate double standard - Argus Friday 13th May 2016

Posted Monday 16th May 2016   By Ericka Waller

Nicola Thorp, an office temp, was sent home from PwC this week after refusing to wear 2”to 4” inch heels. Ms Thorp said she ‘d struggle to work a full day in high heels and asked to continue wearing the smart flat shoes she’d worn to the office in, but was told to ‘go and buy a pair of heels’. When she inquired whether the men had to also wear high-heels she was laughed at and told ‘men aren’t used to wearing heels.’ ‘Well I am not either’ she replied, ‘I must have missed that class in school’. (I’ve seen plenty of men work high-heels very well down here in Brighton, so it can be done.)

‘Mad gains’ no substitute for healthy lifestyle - Argus Friday 6th May 2016

Posted Monday 9th May 2016   By Ericka Waller

I’ve just bought myself a Mongoose BMX off eBay. A few years ago, this would have made me instantly cool, but not any more. When I was at school, all a boy had to possess to impress was a bike, a floppy fringe and the ability to score a goal, then skid on his knees with his jumper over his head. I fancied Jacob, because he had a Coors jacket from Camden Market and smelt of Patchouli (so exotic in 1994). He was shorter than me, and we were the same shoe size. All these years later, despite all the hunks and handsome men I’ve met, I’ve never forgotten Jacob, or his letters, and the way he made me feel.

Families' long, cruel wait to hear the truth - Argus Friday 29th April 2016

Posted Wednesday 4th May 2016   By Ericka Waller

The Hillsborough disaster caused the deaths of 96 people and injured 766 others at a football match between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest on 15 April 1989. Days later, The Sun’s front page read ‘The Truth, Some fans picked pockets of victims. Some fans urinated on the brave cops. Some fans beat up PC giving kiss of life.’ After 27 years, the real truth has emerged, proving The Sun guilty of colluding with police to "smear a whole city in its moment of greatest grief.” And yet today, The Sun was the only national that didn’t run the Hillsborough inquest on their front page. It’s now been proven that evidence proving the ineptitude and fault of the South Yorkshire Police was tampered with. CCTV camera evidence was destroyed and millions of pounds of tax-payers money was spent spinning lies to protect the police. The families of the victims have been to hell and back to reach the final verdict.

No matter what, you shoud make time for books - Argus Friday 22nd April 2016

Posted Tuesday 26th April 2016   By Ericka Waller

SO, big news. I’ve decided to start a book club. Well actually two book clubs. One for the children at my daughter’s school and another one with my friends. However, when I went round with my invites, nearly everyone I spoke to seemed incredulous I had the time for such frivolity. “I’m too busy to read!” they proclaimed, shocked and appalled at my suggestion. “What do you think I do all day?” Um, check Facebook (I whispered to myself as I slunk away, ashamed by my obvious life of leisure. Not only do I have time to read, I have time to talk about reading too). I since found out, the average British internet user, (according to a study by GWI), spends an hour and 20 minutes per day ‘managing four individual social network accounts’, AKA – checking Facebook. If they dedicated some of this time to reading an actual book, maybe they could then post something interesting online, rather than commenting on what they had for dinner, LOL’ing at a cat getting stuck in a shoe or completing online quizzes about what kind of drunk they are.*

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