BBC proms 2015

The air of the hall tingles with anticipation. A low murmur of chatter bounces of the acoustics, echoing this way and that. The lights are dull and the red velvet décor gives an impression of warmth. The stage is set, orderly lines of chairs, sleek black stands, thousands of pounds worth of celli. The musicians walk onto the stage, almost unnoticeable in their black concert dress, clutching their precious instruments. You can taste the expectation, the knowledge that this will be an exceptional performance. The conductor walks on to astounding applause and, as he lifts his baton, the eyes of everybody in the hall focus on the small, unassuming stick. The lights dim, casting shadows across the walls. The conductor swishes his baton; and the show begins.

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The worst things about crutches

I’ve recently been stuck on crutches due to an ill placed and ill-timed knee injury (though when is a good time I don’t know). Now, some people may be under the impression that crutches are ‘fun’ or perhaps a bit of a laugh. Nope. Not true. Whoever came up with that idea is delusional… or stupid. So, other that the constant stream of hospital appointments, physio session and the ever lasting need for pain killers, what’s the worst thing about being on crutches? In no particular order:

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A locum singularem

The wrought iron gates loomed above me, their twisted metal bars contorted into mirroring shapes. As I breathed in I could taste the sharp tang of metal attacking my tongue. If I peered carefully enough, like snow drifting to the ground, I could see the dusty red flaking off. Even standing outside the gates, I could feel a presence hovering over me, the whole grounds were sacred.

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What’s in the box?

Inside the box lie the worst fears of everyone. There it sat, in the middle of the room, like an executioner waiting for its victim. The four of us watched it, weary. It began to shake; then, ever so slowly the lid creaked open.  It turned to look at him. All of a sudden the room was filled with flames. They consumed me – choked me. The smoke viciously attacked the back of my throat, making it impossible to breathe as it snatched away every last breath of oxygen I had. My heart was pounding with adrenaline and I thought I was going to die. Then through the roaring of the flames a distant voice shouted, “Ridikkulus!” And the blazing inferno turned into beautiful fireworks. I took a deep breath of fresh air, as I watched them dance across the room, twinkling like stars.

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Severus Snape – Hero or Villain?

Harry Potter is the greatest literary series of our generation. And probably the next few generations after us; in fact, I’m pretty sure it will last forever. Just about everybody has read it, if you haven’t, do, or be the social outcast of society forever. However, during the reading of the books many questions are raised, not the first being the most hated man for six books: Severus Tobias Snape. Who really is he? Where do his true loyalties lie? Is he really the greasy haired git he’s made out to be?

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