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The Nanny Diaries: from sunshine to snow, from dream to nightmare

Crikey intern Freya Cole writes: I had no idea what I was getting myself in to when I applied to be a nanny for six months. I had romanticised the idea in my head, thinking that a nanny would look after polite little children and take them to the local park, where they would meet […]

Just 50,000 of my closest music loving friends and a small hurricane

There is something peculiarly English about the music festival. I think it has something to do with Glastonbury, mud, and Kate Moss. I’ve been to loads of Australian festivals over the years (although perhaps not any more, considering the overblown ticket prices) but a UK outing was high on my list of cultural things to do. […]

Redundant in London: hi, would you like to network with me?

The grim news is that there is going to be another recession (goody, but when exactly did the last one finish?) which means that there will be even fiercer competition for jobs. So it is little wonder that people have started to go to extreme measures to stand out from the crowd like this guy […]

Redundant in London: the concept of self-employment

“You’ve got to have a different mindset.  You are not unemployed, but self-employed,” my English friend Michael said after I told him about my first ‘Tilting Head Episode’ a couple of years ago. A tilting what? Let me explain. The episode happened when The Englishman’s Ex came over to drop the kids off at his […]

In this redundant wasteland, I have developed some very bad habits. One of them is to refresh my emails all the time in the hope I would receive one that will magically transform my life somehow.

Redundant in London: in search of my transferable skills

In this redundant wasteland, I have developed some very bad habits. One of them is to refresh my emails all the time in the hope I would receive one that will magically transform my life somehow.

The desolate, windswept moors of Yorkshire

Freelance writer Troy Wilkinson writes: The requirements were simple: A bloke weekend with a close mate, somewhere in Europe we’d both never been, easily accessible for both of us, preferably warm and exotic. Quite how we came up with Yorkshire is a bit of a mystery. But perhaps I’m being a bit harsh on England’s north. […]

On my first jobless Monday morning, I felt like I was free-falling. I suddenly had nowhere to go, no structure, no chats about the weekend with colleagues in a grubby office kitchen area while making the first cup of tea of the day. I had become institutionalised and really missed a schedule.

Redundant in London: what does one do when one is unemployed?

On my first jobless Monday morning, I felt like I was free-falling. I suddenly had nowhere to go, no structure, no chats about the weekend with colleagues in a grubby office kitchen area while making the first cup of tea of the day. I had become institutionalised and really missed a schedule.

For thousands of Brits and tourists camped out in the UK countryside, last weekend was Glastonbury music festival, a Beyonce-dancing, odd-death festival weekend that has iconic status amongst festival fans.

Glastonbury: a how-to guide for Aussie music fans

For thousands of Brits and tourists camped out in the UK countryside, last weekend was Glastonbury music festival, a Beyonce-dancing, odd-death festival weekend that has iconic status amongst festival fans.

The axe had been poised over my head for months before it fell across my neck three years ago. I should have seen it coming, but the changes in the television industry over here had crept up on me while I was safe in my monthly pay cheque bubble I had become complacent and assumed that I would be the one to decide when I was leaving.

Redundant in London: from the beginning

The axe had been poised over my head for months before it fell across my neck three years ago. I should have seen it coming, but the changes in the television industry over here had crept up on me while I was safe in my monthly pay cheque bubble I had become complacent and assumed that I would be the one to decide when I was leaving.

Daytripping down Kent way

A daytrip sounded like heaven after three hours of trawling through Trip Advisor reviews rubbishing various guest houses, B&Bs and pubs across Kent. The best were booked out (two days before the long weekend, what did I expect?) or too expensive. What was left was an assortment of accommodation tainted by warnings from previous guests. […]