Category: CULTURE
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‘The Double’ / ‘Enemy’ – Film Review Friday
In 2013, two films released, ‘The Double’ and ‘Enemy’ both following the story of a man meeting his doppelganger, much more handsome, much more charismatic, much more powerful in every way. Both films were based on books, ‘The Double’ on a Dostoyevsky novella and ‘Enemy’ on a Saramago novel, both books following almost the exact…
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Poo Man
Poo Man thought he would make a new hat. He had plenty of things to make a hat. He needed a shave too. He had been so involved in his project lately that he was starting to forget to look after himself. Israeli power stations seeped into the afternoon air. The park that Poo Man…
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The Friend
There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…
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Served
Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…
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Almost Famous – Film Review Fridays
We’ve all seen and heard the mad escapades of rock stars. Ozzy Osbourne biting into a live bat onstage, Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue sleeping with the wife of Bruce Dickinson (lead singer of Iron Maiden), Eric Clapton challenging George Harrison to a guitar duel over Harrison’s wife, and I’m sure we’ve all seen Billie…
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Edition Five: Travel Tuesdays with Serena
“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world” Welcome back, readers, to this week’s column where I’ll be writing about the first week of uni on exchange in the UK. I initially thought that studying on exchange would be a cool additional thing to have on my record, which…
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Strawberry Blonde
TW: Pedophilia By Chloe Payne The shit and piss soaked rug burns into my nostril hairs late in the night. It gurgles and splutters lively out of its host — before setting into a burgundy crisp mess on the wooden floor panels. Crimson specs can be seen on an orange left alone. I begin to…