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The Christmas that went wrong: I was hungover – so I bought everyone in my family a Moby CD
A term’s worth of techno clubs and afterparties at university in Glasgow didn’t do much for my education or my choice of Christmas gifts
When I left the north of Ireland for the University of Glasgow 20 years ago, I threw myself into the city’s hard‑partying lifestyle with all the vigour you would expect of a Presbyterian pastor’s daughter raised amid the weirdness of 1990s Belfast. My first term was a whirl of dancing to techno music in railway arches and warehouses, making new friends at 10am at afterparties in the kitchens of tenement flats. As I threw jumpers and odd socks into a grubby American Apparel holdall, it dawned on me that I hadn’t bought a single Christmas present.
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