Berlin, the city of veganism, gayness and lefties

Hello lovely people!

It’s been a while since I posted anything, because I’ve hardly even been in my area, let alone my own house! Sorry not sorry though, because I’ve been having far too much (expensive) fun and now you will get far too many (overindulgent) posts.

So, let’s kick it all off with a throwback to the start of July. I spent a week travelling through Berlin, Prague and Budapest using pretty much every type of public transport possible with 7 other friends – staying in hostels, seeing the sights and drinking (a bit too much of) the beer. There’s going to be a post for each city because I am very extra like that, and in the interests of chronology we’re venturing to Berlin, Germany first.



How It Went Down

After an uneventful train ride to Manchester and an overpriced airport pint, myself and my friend Ffion arrived in Schönefeld airport mid-Tuesday afternoon. We met the rest of our group who had arrived earlier that day from Warsaw and London before checking into home for 2 nights; Generator Prenzlauer Berg. We spent 2 further days in Berlin before taking a train to Prague on Thursday evening. All good in the hood.

The Hostel

At €27 per night, Generator was our priciest hostel, and whilst it’s difficult to compare value for money between Western and Eastern Europe, this was by far my least favourite hostel.

I stole this photo from Google because I’m too shit at blogging to remember to take accomodation pics

We were greeted by a pretty grumpy receptionist, although to be fair I can sympathise as someone who works in customer service and also has to deal with the hell that is the general public. We had one room of three and one of four, and whilst they were small, they were pretty functional (even a mirror!), so no real issues there. The real problem was the school trip.

Yup. Come on holiday only to feel like you’re back at school again.

Thanks to my almost constantly awful luck we had been allocated the very room that the teachers had decided to sit in front of all night. Combine their chats with the screaming kids at 6am and it’s safe to say not much sleep was occurring in Berlin. This is my main gripe with hostels like Generator & Meininger; they’re just too big-business. I’ve stayed in some Generators with better atmospheres, but for me they always miss the home-grown atmosphere of the independents. I like those that are off the beaten track and communal, not chosen by teachers for their overzealous branding.

That said, the showers were alright and the public transport links were ridiculously close so I shouldn’t complain. It was okay, we were comfortable, I just wouldn’t rush back.

Wait… What Actually Happened?

Well, England were playing in the World Cup on night one, so that was basically required viewing. This resulted in us ending up in a locals-focused German smoking bar full of opposition fans, in which my friend Natalia got yelled at to leave because she didn’t want to drink. Carlsbergs all round then, mostly drunk by me, some thrown over me by Callum (I’m definitely not still bitter about that). On the plus side England won, so we quite rapidly paid the bill and got the hell out of there.

A big highlight for me was Museum Island. There’s an option to buy a ticket for all the museums on the island, but we decided against paying as it was quite expensive, and that would cut into the beer money. Instead we spent a good while just wandering around the area. Some of the buildings there are absolutely stunning, whether that be the museums themselves or the famed Berliner Dom cathedral. We even decided to walk from the island to see the Brandenburg Gate and Reichstag, which in hindsight wasn’t our best decision on one of the hottest days of the trip, but I live to tell the sweaty tale.



Out of all of the museums we chose the DDR museum, because I fucking love Cold War era history. It was definitely worthwhile! The place was completely packed with information taking you right from the rise of Hitler to the fall of the Berlin Wall. I particularly loved their mockup of a typical East Berlin apartment during the German Democratic Republic, as well as the interactive exhibits throughout the museum.



You can’t go to Berlin without seeing the iconic symbols that map out 20th century German history, so we made sure to head to Checkpoint Charlie, the East Side Gallery of the Berlin Wall, and the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. Checkpoint Charlie is very tourist-heavy now, with even a lovely ironic McDonald’s alongside it to cater to all this capitalism. Crossing the road however you’ll find information boards everywhere; plenty more fuel for my Cold War fix.

I love the East Side Gallery so much. It’s the ultimate fuck you. The Berlin Wall was the biggest symbol of division and oppression in the world for 28 years, so to see it transformed into an area of artistic freedom and diversity is just beautiful. To me it represents every value I hold of fighting for a better world for everyone, regardless of anything that may try to divide us.



We also visited the Olympia Stadion which I’m reliably informed is one of the last standing buildings that Hitler commissioned. I had no prior knowledge of this, but it proved yet again to me how much I love a good monument with a bit of past behind it. Also, quick fix for my architecture obsession, so I was very happy.

But Really Are You Eating Tho?

Berlin’s food is INSANE. Like, wow.

My biggest favourites were Vöner and Pizza Peppino. Voner is an all-vegan kebab place, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more content to eat a kebab whilst sober. Located in the vegetarian/vegan heavy neighbourhood of Ostkreuz, my vegan kebab was cheap, filling and served by very friendly staff. If you’re in Berlin you’d be mad to miss it. Pizza Peppino was a bit more of a random choice, as I can’t for the life of me remember what we were doing by Oranienburger Tor that lunchtime. That said, it was another cheap choice, and made sure everyone was full-enough to be satisfied by our train picnic dinner.

Special shoutout to Prater Garten for being the cutest beer garden I’ve ever drunk in – it’s not the cheapest but has such a cool atmosphere!

Other special shoutout to REWE supermarket for providing me with my supply of ricecakes and knockoff hazelnut spread for the week’s breakfasts; you the real MVP.



THAT WAS BERLIN, I’m going to leave it there before I fall asleep at my keyboard.

I wouldn’t think twice about returning. Berlin has a very modern feel to it, with efficient public transport, quirky neighbourhoods and it’s openness to veganism and us LGBTQ+ folks. However, it’s still steeped in history and geopolitics and I love it for that too. Basically, it satisfies my edginess, gayness, vegetarian tendencies, nerdiness and political interests all at the same time. I was one very happy Megan by the time I got on that train to Prague, if a little sad to leave such an amazing city behind.

Stay tuned for the more chaotic stories that are Prague and Budapest 😉


-Megan, listening to the Love Simon soundtrack like an actual piece of gay trash


2018; a year of absolute bangers (so far…)

I am famously awful at keeping up with new releases. I know, for someone who claims music to be one of the biggest parts of her life I’m a bit useless. I just listen to way too much stuff now; gone are the days of being 14 and refusing to listen to anything without guitars in. I float aimlessly between rock and pop, grunge and grime, metal and indie, aiming to find the best bits of each.

2018 has been an absolute belter of a year for new releases so far. Gigs have taken a backseat, paving the way for some truly striking new albums. Let’s take a look.


Pray for the Wicked – Panic! At The Disco

pray-for-the-wickedAllow me to be a bit of a dick for a minute – it’s no I Write Sins… is it? I don’t even always long for the emo days; Death of a Bachelor was and still is a huge hit for me. I’m just not seeing the same strong voice and emotion in this album. I can still see the lyrical creativity we know and love in songs like Roaring 20s, and (Fuck a) Silver Lining will always be a bop, but in reality it’s an album made for the mainstream. Maybe I’m just being nostalgic and a little pompous, but god I miss the old days. Perhaps it’ll grow on me, perhaps it won’t, but for now at least Pray for the Wicked isn’t the album for me.

If you listen to anything, listen to Hey Look Ma, I Made It and Roaring 20s


Staying at Tamara’s – George Ezra

This has to be up there in the best pop albums of the last ten years. It’s fresh, summery 71Lj0GBhLfL._SL1211_.jpgand feel-good, supported by a continually unique vocal. However much I hear these songs on the radio, they’re not getting old, something which pop is often tainted by. They’re the kind of songs that make you want to dance, fall in love, have adventures with your friends and party. I cannot wait to see some of these hits live at Truck Festival next weekend.

If you listen to anything, listen to Hold My Girl, Pretty Shining People and Shotgun


Knowing What You Know Now – Marmozets

Marmozets-Knowing-What-You-Know-NowMarmozets are quite possibly my favourite modern metal band, and this album proves that. I’d argue it’s less heavy than the last, but considering it’s only their second album this kind of musical diversity is still to be expected, and definitely suits them. The album is the perfect balance of fast-paced energy in songs like Major System Error and quieter appraisals of the band’s ability to take it slow in songs like Me & YouI also really appreciate a move into the political with a dip into working-class culture in Like A Battery, something which I hope to see more of from Marmozets.

If you listen to anything, listen to Like A Battery, Lost in Translation and Run With The Rhythm 


A Dying Machine – Tremonti

I’m still gutted I had to work for Tremonti’s most recent Glasgow date, because I’m tremonti_a_dying_machine_0618beginning to think this album is my favourite to date. It’s a concept album following a story, which gives the album a cohesiveness I’ve never seen before from the band. The breakdowns are tight, guitars big as always, and Mark Tremonti’s vocal development appears to have reached a new level. Along with their support spot for Iron Maiden, 2018 is looking like Tremonti’s year.

If you listen to anything, listen to Throw Them To The Lions and Trust


Kindness is the New Rock and Roll – Peace

PastedGraphic-2_1Here lies the reason why I bought a Thursday entry ticket for Truck Festival. This album confirms Peace’s place at the forefront of indie rock, taking a more guitar-filled approach to their music than ever before. Everything from the huge vocal of Power to the intricate intro of Angel confirms this as a huge album for this sphere of music. Peace’s development is fantastic to see, and I’m excited to see where they go next.

If you listen to anything, listen to You Don’t Walk Away From Love, Kindness is the New Rock and Roll and From Under Liquid Glass 


Combat Sports – The Vaccines

The Vaccines have been a background band for so many years for me, never really 105492appearing at the forefront of my listening habits but never fully leaving them. Combat Sports has changed that. It builds upon their former releases, meaning it satisfies my need for a perfect balance between progression and keeping a similar sound. Filled with big festival-style songs like Nightclub and slower, sexier songs like Young American (which I think may be one of my favourite songs of all time), this album does not disappoint.

If you listen to anything, listen to Young American, I Can’t Quit and Rolling Stones


Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life – The Wombats

wombats_beautiful_people_will_ruin_your_life_0218_v2The Wombats have to win the award for most relatable title right? The band have come a long way since the very teenage approach to life featured in Proudly Present…, meaning for me this album represents a real maturity we didn’t see much of from the band until now. That said, we still get our fix of party lifestyle lyrics in Lethal Combination, along with their classic relatableness in I Don’t Know Why I Like You But I Do. It’s perhaps not as much of a festival album as their past music, but this is a welcome change for me.

If you listen to anything, listen to Lethal Combination, Turn and I Only Wear Black


Megaplex – We Are Scientists

What better way to end than with my most anticipated album of the year, Megaplex. Wewe-are-scientists-megaplex Are Scientists have a special place in my heart and my past, meaning I couldn’t help but be a little bit disappointed with this album. My main issue is with the overuse of synths. I don’t think they particularly add anything to the band’s sound, and take away from some of the authenticity we know and love. But, if I’m honest, I’m being overly picky here, and lusting for the days of With Love and Squalor. I still think they’re one of the most underrated bands in rock, and wouldn’t hesitate to see them live again.

If you listen to anything, listen to Your Light Has Changed, KIT and Now or Never


How are we only 6.5 months in? I’m now patiently awaiting tours following these albums, as well as the other new releases coming up from As It Is, Emma Blackery and Twenty One Pilots to name but a few. Or, maybe I’ll go full time metalhead and ignore them all. Only time will tell…


-Megan, listening to inventively titled playlist “Pissed in a Field” (it’s my Truck Fest favourites; I’m way too excited)

A beginners guide to Interrailing, every 18-year-old’s post sixth form dream

Hello lovely people!

Last summer I took to the rails and headed out to Europe for my first Interrail trip. Myself and three of my friends had just finished our A-Levels, and fresh with our new-found freedom we smashed 12 cities across 9 countries in 14 days, hearing 6 languages and dealing with 3 currencies (definitely didn’t just include the stats because I think they’re impressive).

It was quite the adventure, but I’m not here to talk about the specifics of the trip. Instead I’m going to share all of my tips and tricks, as there are definitely things I did right and things I’ll be doing differently on my next Interrail style trip to Berlin, Prague and Budapest this summer.

Yes, you can Interrail in the countryside too! (Schaan Vaduz, Liechenstein)

Before your adventure

Planning this kind of trip is a lot more complicated than a few flights and hostels.

First of all, you’re going to need a route. I’d reccomend Interrail Planner for doing this, as it allows you to visually map out where you’re going to go, complete with distances. You are going to have to make sacrifices. Sometimes a city is just that little bit too far out of the way, or it doesn’t make for an easy route. It’s also worth considering how long you want to spend in each city at this point. We spent either a day or two in each, which for most cities (save Paris, I always need more time in Paris) I found worked out just fine!

Next stop; flights, trains and accommodation. For flights, as always, I’d reccomend Skyscanner. If you can, search for flights from a few different UK airports near you, as there will always be one that trumps the other on price. Once arriving in Europe, you’re going to need a place to stay. We used a mixture of hostels and airbnbs to keep costs low. I want to do a full post on how much I love hostels, but I’ll give you 3 main tips for now; choose places with kitchens, don’t worry too much about location (most cities have excellent public transport), and don’t expect much from a free breakfast. Next stop; trains (they’re a bit of a nightmare). Some will need further reservations not covered by your Interrail pass, especially in Western Europe and on night trains. When booking trains I’d reccomend making travel plans that allow you as much city time as possible, whether this be by making use of night trains or early morning trips.

Also, get travel insurance and an EHIC. You never know.



How to pack, for those who have had their Mum do it their entire lives

If you think you’re taking a suitcase, you’re sorely mistaken. Invest in a hiking backpack (think dofe in year 10 style), and use a smaller day bag for sightseeing. Preferably one that doesn’t have to be held together with string by the end of the trip like mine did last year.

I’m not going to tell you exactly what to pack, because quite frankly there are hundreds of lists online. But there are some random things that you will 100% need but will 100% forget. You will need: an extension lead for trains with only 1 plug, a headphone splitter to share comedy podcasts, playing cards so you don’t have to buy some in broken French, a First Aid kit for when blisters strike, photocopies of your passport and ID, and a fanny pack, because they’re oddly versatile.

Are we real backpackers yet? (Amsterdam, The Netherlands)

Dollar dollar bills (or Euros? Francs? Zloty?)

My main point here is DON’T TAKE CASH YOU IDIOT. If you lose your wallet (which I did in Prague…. who’s an idiot?), have it stolen or get in a fire somehow (???), boom, all your money is gone. Instead, I’d reccomend using a Caxton card. It works like a prepaid debit card which you load before or even during your trip, without any of the nasty international fees often charged by UK banks. It covers a lot of different currencies, and even for those it doesn’t, you are still able to withdraw money from the card in whatever country you’re in (found that out the hard way in Liechenstein). Alternatively, I’ve just switched my current account to Monzo because they allow international transactions without fees, but you don’t need to be so drastic.

As for a budget, I found that 25EUR per day on average was about right, plus the cost of hostels on top. Some cities like Paris topped this budget, but others like Prague went way below. Everyone’s happy.



Getting from A to B

You’d be stupid not to use public transport, especially as it is generally much cheaper and more efficient in Europe than in the UK. Upon arriving in a city I’d advise checking out what tickets are available to you for your stay, as sometimes there are deals for students, or those staying 24h/48h/72h. This is easier said than done when you don’t speak the language, which is probably why we got better deals in France and Belgium. That said, guessing and looking confused when the train man speaks at you in Czech works well too.

We love the S-Bahn (Munich, Germany)

Keeping yourself entertained

You’re going to see and do a lot more if you sit down and have a quick google in advance. We each took a few cities and did some research, even if for Thomas this consisted of asking a random German lady on the train what she’d reccomend we do in Munich. Personally, I’d reccomend checking out travel bloggers and instagrammers, as well as just generally googling “things to do in x city”. Don’t make a rigid plan though, as it’s unlikely you’ll be able to stick to it and don’t want to spend the whole trip rushing around. Most of the time we took a few minutes the night before to work out what was vaguely close to other locations and came up with a rough idea of what we were doing. Make sure to take a student card if you have one, as many museums and galleries are much cheaper or even free!



Final tips

These are all of the random things that I couldn’t fit into any other boxes, but that I think deserve a mention.

STAY ORGANISED. To maximise your time and reduce stress, make sure you know exactly where you’re going, when you’re going, how you’re going and where you’re staying. A simple shared google doc or spreadsheet should do the trick.

For getting around I’d reccomend City Mapper if the city you’re in supports it, or failing that, Google Maps. Each app gives you a detailed travel plan including any public transport, which means you’ll be wasting much less time than you would staring aimlessly at Subway maps all day.

Document your trip however you can! You will thank yourself for your memories a year or twenty down the line. From our 2017 trip we have a vlog, the photos we shared in our group chat each day and a set of disposable camera photos each. For my 2018 trip I’m going to be doing the exact same, along with writing a diary each day.

Food wise, you want to keep costs low (more beer money right?). Breakfast for us consisted of rice cakes, chocolate spread and fruit on most days. Lunch options were either eating in a cafe if it was cheap, or heading to a supermarket and going picnic style with a baguette, cold meats and cheese. Dinner can either be something that’s quick and easy to cook in a big pot in a hostel kitchen (think spag bol and stir fry), or eating out depending on your budget.



So, now you have all the wisdom you need to go out and “find yourself” on a train in the Alps. For all I joke, my 2017 trip was easily a life highlight, and something I love looking back on all the time. If you get the chance to Interrail, take it. I can’t wait to be returning to the train-hostel lifestyle next week, and introducing my uni friends to it. LIVE THE ADVENTURE KIDDOS.


-Megan, listening to my release radar on Spotify because I’m so up-to-date and hip.




Durham is just a budget Edinburgh, so why not visit the better one?

Hello lovely people!

I’ve always wanted to become a travel blogger. Mainly for the pretentiousness, feigned image of being cultured and fitting into millennial ideals for once in my life. In reality, I’m just any other skint student wandering around with a backpack, trying to see as much as possible on as little money as possible. Still, doesn’t mean I’m not going to write about it.

Last Friday I took a day trip up to Edinburgh (I know, this travel blogging thing isn’t exactly starting with a bang, but just go with it). This was mostly to stop my friends’ incessant complaining about having never visited throughout the year, but also because on my last visit all I did was go clubbing and be hungover (thanks Hive). So we booked our train tickets, got up painfully early, and set out on our adventure.



This section is largely self-explanatory. Due to my lack of car space, and everyone else’s lack of cars, we took the train up to Edinburgh. We chose to do an early start and a late finish, because the train tickets were cheaper we wanted to make the most of our day.

Buying bus tickets in Edinburgh is a bit pointless really, given that most of the main sights are at most a 20 minute walk from the main station. Didn’t do, wouldn’t reccomend.

Natalia really likes cows, and I’ve never been exactly sure why

To See & Do

As a broke student, I always aim to make my travels as cheap as absolutely possible (tips and tricks guide coming soon), and Edinburgh was no exception.

Old Town

Walking around Old Town felt almost like I hadn’t left Durham with the prevalence of cobbled streets and hills. Nonetheless I’d totally reccomend setting aside a few hours during your day to just wander around this area, because you really will stumble upon some absolute gems, from cute independent shops to cathedrals and cafes. Avoid shopping or spending too much time on the Royal Mile though; this tourist hotspot is expensive and always busy. Instead, hit up side streets or the Grassmarket – you’re bound to save money.

Edinburgh Castle

Welcome to tourist-land kids. It’s nice to look at sure, even nicer to slav squat in front of, but do you really have £20 spare to visit it? The answer is no.

Scottish National Gallery

It wasn’t the first time I’ve visited this particular gallery, and it won’t be the last. I am a self-proclaimed idiot when it comes to art, but I can appreciate a pretty painting of a landscape when I see one. I’d also reccomend going to this gallery with friends with as stupid a sense of humour as you, so you can spend the entire time making jokes about the exhibits. To top it all off, it’s completely free! Thanks Nicola Sturgeon.

Edgy emo kid looks at art for the first time

Holyrood Palace & Scottish Parliament

If your legs are getting tired by this point, these two are right next to each other – neat! We again decided not to venture inside either of these buildings because we’re poor, but it’s definitely a nice area to check out cool parts of history (I’m such a nerd). Added bonuses include the nearby Unknown Pleasures record shop (still not over how amazing this place was) and the fact that you’re surrounded by hills in this area whilst still being within Scotland’s capital city.

Scottish Parliament, the only place to still use Gaelic

Food & Drink

I like food a lot. I also like coffee and beer. Hence this section.

Hula Juice Bar, West Bow

I’m obsessed with this place. It was our first stop of the day to refuel on caffeine, but I’m desperate to go back and try out their largely vegetarian and vegan menu. Not only was their coffee blend perfect, but the place had a really cool aesthetic (am I a millennial now?).

Deep Fried Mars Bar*

Can you really go to Scotland with your foreign friends without showing them deep fried mars bars? Answer: no. As always they’re a heart attack in a snack and not to be eaten on the daily, but super sweet and annoyingly tasty. *Best eaten with haggis for good measure.

I love having heart disease

Toro Loco, Grassmarket

We collectively decided that by taking packed lunches with us (ultimate student travelling right there) we’d saved enough money on food and chose to eat in a restaurant for dinner. Toro Loco was the perfect choice; Mexican street food indoors (thanks to a typical Scottish rainy summer we didn’t fancy eating outside). I had some amazing bean quesadillas, with chips & guac for the table, totalling less than £6. A no-brainer really if you want good food at a good price.

Biddy Mulligans, Grassmarket

As it was raining, we were simply forced to spend the last part of our evening in the pub. What can you do? There was no better way to finish off the day than a pint of Tennents (when in Rome…), a little live music, pals and the football on in the background (I’m trying to learn to like it for world cup purposes).


So, my return to my Scottish heritage was, by all accounts, a lot of fun. Edinburgh is a beautiful mix of traditional and modern; the city’s industrialisation not hampered by it’s classic roots. I’m sure we’ll be back for more deep fried mars bars and whiskey before too long.

-Megan, pretending to watch the world cup as my flatmates pack up for home around me.


(Most of the photos in this post were taken by my absolute babe of a college wife Oana. Check out more of her photography here)


My name is Megan, I’m 19 and not straight. Nice to meet you!

I wish I remembered when I first realised that I’m not straight, but the reality is, I don’t.

There was no great awakening, fanfare, sudden realisation or cinematics. My sexuality would not have made for a good coming-of-age film plot or inspiring open letter to young questioning youth. It just happened, to the extent that I hardly even realised it had happened. But, it did happen. And this Pride month, I want to talk about it.

Even the gays need meal deals

So hello, my name is Megan, I’m 19, and I went to my first Pride this year. Whilst the night may have ended in Klute like any other Durham Sunday, the rest of the day was filled with undeniable feeling of gratitude. I was lucky enough to be able to spend my day wrapped in a pink, purple and blue flag as I marched alongside my college and so many others from the university and local community. I had the chance to dance in the streets, watch people of all genders love and be loved, and be outspokenly proud of myself and the people I love.

But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. I’m 14, confused and alone. I really fancy Hayley Williams, and find the pretty girls at school attractive in the same way I find boys attractive. But I’m not gay!  Internalised homophobia and casual schoolyard comments led me to believe that being queer was undesirable, something other people were. So, I pushed it all aside, tried not to think about it, and carried on.

Fast forward to around year 11. I’m starting to find my feet in life. I discover Pretty Little Liars and it’s lesbian character arc, Troye Sivan on YouTube and the gay side of Tumblr (or is all of Tumblr one big gay space? Anyway…). Coupled with a new-found awareness that bisexuality is a valid label (thanks YouTube) and a number of my peers coming out I began to become more comfortable with who I am.


And then I dated a woman. I think it was pretty out of the blue to most people, as at this point in late 2016 my bisexuality was still largely irrelevant to my everyday existence. It wasn’t a huge secret, I just didn’t feel the need to bring it up. So, most people in my life discovered I was bisexual at the same time that they discovered that I was in my first relationship (nice one past me).

Coming out to my parents was, naturally, awkward. In fairness I didn’t take the best approach; telling my Mum I was starting to date a girl whilst she was driving me to a house party at 60mph. She was, unsurprisingly, pretty shocked, although I think that was more because I’d told her as she drove at high speed. Sorry Mam. I then sunk the best part of a bottle of peach schnapps, cried a bit with some friends, and got on with it.

My Grandad’s reaction is, to this day, my favourite coming out reaction I’ve ever had. “Megan’s got a girlfriend? Well I’m not that surprised. *sips pint* Nice weather we’re having today.” I shit you not, my nearly 80 year-old Grandad’s reaction to my sexuality was on the same level as his reaction to a bit of sunshine. It didn’t matter to him who I loved, and still doesn’t, as long as I’m happy.

That relationship soon ended, but throughout it I came out every single day.  I had some homophobic comments here and there, some catcalling peppered in, but thankfully, my coming out experience throughout my life has been largely positive.


My relationship with my own sexuality has changed a lot from how it was in the early days. Even when I’m not dating women, my bisexuality comes at the forefront of my identity. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not “Hi, I’m Megan and I like girls and boys” when I first meet someone, but it usually comes along quite quickly. That’s not to be controversial, or over-zealous, or make people uncomfortable, but because I see it as something that defines me. After hundreds of years of queer oppression which still continues today, for me my relative freedom to express my sexuality is really important. It’s not for everyone, and it’s certainly not even safe for everyone, but for me, it’s something I am unashamedly proud of.

So for me, Durham Pride was the culmination of a lot of years of difficult decisions, changing outlooks and personal development. I spent it with the best bunch of amazing humans and I sincerely hope that we’ll all be together again next year to celebrate ourselves once again.

“One day we won’t have to come out of the closet. We’ll just say we’re in love, and that’s all that will matter.”


-Megan, writing in the early hours of the morning to the sound of Courtney Barnett’s Aussie jams

Pints are always the answer (and other things 1st year taught me)

Hello lovely people!

By some way of a miracle I’ve finished my first year here in Durham. Currently I’m still at university even though exams are well and truly over, as most students at Durham stay here until the end of June for what is essentially one long extended sesh. I thought I’d take a quick break from the pre drinks-club-drunk food-hungover-pre drinks cycle to chat about what I’ve learned in my first year as a Durham MLAC student.

1. Brutalist architecture has approximately zero benefits.

Durham Students’ Union is, apparently, the height of brutalism. Essentially, it’s one big concrete blob dumped on the side of the river to house a disappointing bar, cold study spaces and a ballroom (?) But hey, it has a couple of nice balconies with fake grass for the one month a year it’s actually sunny, that’s great right?

2. For a department with Modern in its name, Modern Languages and Cultures are yet to move out of the 1800s.

Please, just mark my essay on Turn It In, do you really need 2 hard copies, a receipt, coversheet and my soul?

3. Klute is far from the shittest club in Europe.

Klute has been voted the worst club in Europe. Which is exactly why I spent every Friday of first term there, and decided to go last night even with a 2 hour train and 8 hour shift today.

4. The last X21 back from Newcastle is another world.

Woman yelling about how fit Rita Ora is? Metalhead from Chester-Le-Street chatting bands with you? 2 boys from Hatfield that actually have good banter? They’re all collected here, on a bus that I’m convinced moves so slow that you’re going backwards at times.

5. You will never make a 9am after a Lloyds Wednesday.

Sorry Laura, I really want to talk about 16th century French sonnets, I really do, but pitchers.

6. If they play for DU, you’re going to know about it.

The purple jackets emblazoned with Team Durham are never too far away from any college bar or the Billy B. They’ll talk about their dedication to the team 24/7, but you’ll still see them throwing up in a gutter after a particularly heavy night at Jimmy’s.

7. We’re not gonna pay rent (except we are, because we’ll get kicked out otherwise unlike in the musical).

Shout out to Durham University for making me pay £5k a year to share 1 tiny freezer between 6 and live with a broken shower for 6 weeks.

8. Just because you’re paying them £9,250 a year, doesn’t mean they will provide you with anywhere to actually study.

Thanks for giving us a study room with about 10 chairs for the whole department, really appreciate that.

9. Durham has a class problem.

But that’s none of my business (except it really is, and eventually I’m going to write on it).

10. Formals are much better when you drink a whole bottle of wine to yourself.

Isn’t the aim to be drunk by the time they bring the main course out?

11. Silent discos are fucking lit.

This needs no explanation.

12. Not everyone has to play sports.

I thought university was going to be my chance to find a sport, make lots of new friends, and go on sports tours to who knows where. Instead I played netball for about 3 weeks before realising that my inability to catch a ball is quite a large hinderance.

13. You will always get shut down by a porter eventually.

Somehow having a heated (and very loud) debate about salt in my friend’s kitchen at 3am was frowned upon in the middle of exam season.

14. Pub? Pub.

I’m yet to find a problem that can’t be solved by a pint of Taddy’s in the Swan.

15. Your friends will become your second family.

They’re around for every disaster, celebration, night out, night in, summative and exam. Much as I take great delight in bullying them, without my friends I don’t think I’d have finished the year, and I love them for that constant support.


16. Everything is about sex, and no, I don’t mean the students.

My department have somehow found a way to include sex in every single module on offer. I’m literally reading a book about sodomy next year for a module that is supposed to be about revolutionary politics. I wish I was joking.

17. My tolerance to do things with a hangover/still drunk is much more impressive than it was this time last year.

Spanish mock exam whilst still a bit giggly? Sure. Trip to Newcastle with a banging headache? I’ll take it. Sometimes you just have to accept that if you want to have a good night you’ll have to deal with the consequences.

18. Ronan Keating and the boys have some quality tunes.

My music taste has been forever tainted by cheesy hits and I’m not even mad about it.

19. Yes, everyone rows at Durham.

Sometimes I think that there are more boats on the river than cars on the road.

20. That “one small item of food which can be consumed without disturbing others” is a godsend.

I never realised that I needed to eat during an exam until I could, and now all I want is a cereal bar in the middle of my essay.


So in summary, first year has had it’s ups and downs, but it’s safe to say both academically and socially I’ve had a blast.  I’m definitely going to be sad to leave at the end of the month, because in the last year Durham has become more like a home than Cumbria ever could be now. As much as I joke, I really do love living and studying here, even if there are no lakes and too many Southerners. Here’s to second year.

Meet the Blogger!

Hello lovely people!

Welcome to my (albeit not first) attempt at blogging! As someone who has written the description of the president of Durham University Orchestral Society on their website (thanks Laura), knows a bit too much about music and is so left-wing it hurts, I’ve decided to create a space for my musings on everything from music to politics.

So in the unlikely event that someone who doesn’t know me in real life is reading these (hi people from school I haven’t seen in years), here’s a little introduction to myself.

I’m Megan, I’m 19 and I’m just a paper boy from the North West (Courteeners anyone? No, just me…). I spend half of the year driving an 11-year-old Citroen to work and back in the Lake District, and the other half doing much more exciting things at Durham University. I study French & Spanish at St Cuthbert’s Society (possibly the best college in the world), meaning that essentially, I listen to Despacito on loop and drink too much wine (#culture?). When I’m not crying over the impossibilities of Medieval French I go to cool FemSoc things, try to get involved in my Labour Club, go to too many gigs and have a terrible habit of booking travels that I can’t afford.

I ALSO FUCKING LOVE MUSICALS. Just needed to shoehorn that in somehow.

I’m quite impressively awful at small talk and introductions so I think it’s about time to end this part here. Here’s to hoping this isn’t just a phase and I keep writing as the weeks go on.


-Megan, currently listening to Childish Gambino and complaining about how hot it is in the UK