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Column: The issue of trust

My first ever job, which I approached with the same enthusiasm I maintained for the dentist and non-permed hair, was a newspaper round for a local freesheet.
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Barbeque fun

Column: The joys of the simple British barbeque

Let’s have a barbeque, I heard you cry.
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Do you have Nomophobia?

Column: Just call me Nomophobic Nic

The worst has finally happened.

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I swear I am up to no good

Jabbering Journo column: Is swearing really rude?

The old adage ‘sticks and stones will hurt my bones but words will never hurt me’ is probably the most inaccurate saying in the British language.

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Not quite ready to shed those layers

Jabbering Journo column: I'm totally unprepared for Spring

After the longest winter known to  womankind, spring is finally in the air and my enormous, reinforced and padded, hooded and fur-trimmed winter coathas finally been relegated to the cupboard.

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The River Ribble outside the Spread Eagle at Sawley

Restaurant review: The Spread Eagle at Sawley near Clitheroe

Nestled next to a soaring stretch of the beautiful  River Ribble, with views stretching a cross the Forest of Bowland, The Spread Eagle at Sawley has earned its reputation as a calming bolt-hole in a stunning corner of our beautiful Lancashire countryside.
Lifestyle
Not tax on doughnuts - yet

Jabbering Journo column: A taxing time cutting out the food I love

I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in spending approximately 25 per cent of my day thinking about food.

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Time for the great Easter house-selling adventure

Jabbering Journo Column: Get the coffee pot on, it's time to sell the house

The coffee pot is on, the windows are squeaky clean and the smell of freshly baked muffins is wafting through the impossibly immaculate kitchen.
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Miss Saigon

Review: Miss Saigon at Manchester Palace Theatre

Get your emotions on standby, the juggernaut of a musical that is Miss Saigon has rolled into town and there is not a dry eye in the house

News
Shibden Mill Inn

Travel: A magical snowy escape to Shibden Mill Inn, West Yorkshire

Tucked away down a winding road amid the beautiful hills of a West Yorkshire valley lies the Shibden Mill Inn.
Lifestyle
A nice cup of tea - but did you pay for the milk?

Column: Have you stolen milk from the office fridge?

You may work for the most international, high-flying, sophisticated and trendy organisation in the world – but it is unlikely you have escaped  the ubiquitous communal fridge theft rage.
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Nicola at Chorley FM

Coming in your ears: A new radio career?

If I had a bucket list for life, I’m pretty sure that I would be adding a great fat tick this week.

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The bittersweet inequality of Mother's day

Column: Not everybody gets to celebrate Mother's day

Every year, this day come comes around, a dose of national emotional blackmail on a vomit-inducing scale.

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Olympic curling

Curling is the new cool

Armed with a plastic mixing bowl and a household broom, children (and big kids) around the world are making floors shine shouting and screaming with excitement when they achieve the perfect gleam.

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It got knocked down but it got put up again

Bollards to the lot of you

This week a lump of  Lancashire-based granite known, via Twitter notoriety, as the Fishergate Bollard was nominated for  a ‘smile award’ for its unique take on life as an inanimate object - with a habit of getting knocked down and then getting up again.
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S'not on

The politics of snot

You know those days. When you wake with your head in a fog so reminiscent of pea-soup, everything is green and lumpy.

Opinion
Let's cut the.. office language

Let's axe the drivel (with top 10 list)

I’m holding my hand up - I’m guilty too.
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Tough Mudder event

I'm saying yes to everything

My January pledge to say yes to everything and not be such a scaredy cat is reaping awards.

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Oasis

Life is faster than a cannonball

It’s a creeping thing. Age.

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Cauliflower (not a steak)

Sit there until you've eaten it

It was my personal Mount Everest, the demon of my childhood and resulted in numerous wasted hours sitting and staring at wilted, desperately unappealing piles of cold, congealed, food I wouldn’t touch with a bargepole.

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