Natalie Vincent

Hello again, it has been eight years since my last confession post. The reasons are myriad; buying my first home, working and managing to lock myself out for a few years. The blog. Not the flat. Add to the mix, pesky appendicitis (2016) and a catastrophic knee injury (2018) resulting in some not-very-happy-thoughts, (2016-) , I have been less than willing to put myself out there for scrutiny. (Possibly my favourite video this year so far - best sums up 2020 and earphones recommended) I outright refused to share my mental health troubles online, which in hindsight colossally backfired; I instead buried them in food, drink and comfort sleeping. And sinking myself into so much on-demand content, my brain resembles The Oasis from  Ready Player One.  So instead, I focused on work writing content for theatre websites, led projects in website journalism and property news and most worked as a digital sub-editor recently at a national newspaper, right up until COVID-19 came in a...

Emotive and manipulative film-making masquerades as factual documentary  Last night I decided to watch BBC3 for a change instead of Panorama. It was about tax havens. Too heavy for a Monday, I thought, so scrolled through and caught the end of Junior Doctors.   Apparently BBC3 is running a season of Body Beautiful programmes, targeted for its 13-25 demographic, in light of the pressure on young people to look perfect.     The show on this evening was “ Dying for Clear Skin ”; having suffered from horrendous acne as a teen and early twenties (with the occasional monthly breakout now), I suspected that it would be touching upon the drug Roaccutane, which I had been treated with twice -   at 17 and 20.  Boy, did I underestimate that. What followed was an hour-long, scaremongering propaganda film about the dangers of Roaccutane, interwoven with highly emotive stories about young people who had apparently taken their own lives during or follow...

If you look at the poster, they have added a caveat! In the past year, I have found that communicating directly with directors of huge companies more helpful than going through switchboards and customer services. Why? Because if you use enough initiative and guesswork, you can sidestep the gatekeepers and get direct responses and solutions, from someone who is often full of commonsense, rather than the pencil pushers lower down. This worked with a telecomms company I was having trouble with, and my problem was solved within one week. This time, I was annoyed to find out that the uncut version of The Hunger Games was only being released in the UK on Blu-Ray format. Not a problem, a lot of you may say, but when you are not in possession of a Blu-ray player but  a perfectly functioning DVD player, the decision seems rather cynical. I mean, it's ony seven seconds of extra footage, but I just wanted to see what they decided to cut  to get a 12a rating. So I decided to write...

Depressed that the Olympics are over? Don't be - it doesn't end for our athletes, nor does it have to for you There's about 61 million people suffering from acute sports withdrawal symptoms - but sporting events happen all year round. The last fortnight has shown how truly Great our British athletes are. A plethora of gold, silver and bronze-winning antics has seen 65 medals, 29 of which are gold, across sports as diverse as dressage, heptathlon, rowing, sailing, boxing and long-distance running. So much so in fact, that once our collective jaw stopped dropping each time Team GB achieved a  gold, the whole country was bathed in a happy, exuberant pride, and we started walking around with smiles on our faces and dancing with policeman. Now that the Olympics are over, we are looking forward to the Paralympics , where the GB medal haul is expected to be at least double of what they accumulated in the past two weeks. But after that, what is in store for the country, save ...

Photo courtesy of Eastern Daily Press 2011 Last weekend, a 90-year old man was rushed by helicopter to an NHS hospital in Cambridgeshire, after suffering chest pains. He had a blocked coronary artery, but was otherwise healthy. He was immediately admitted, operated on and discharged after four nights of exemplary care. Two weeks ago, an 89-year old man with severe kidney problems and breathing difficulties was rushed by ambulance to another NHS hospital, this time in South London. It took him hours to be seen, a male nurse told him to go home as "they needed the bed" and that "there was a bug". He was there for four days where the afore-mentioned infection made him sicker. He was finally discharged, none the better for his care. The differences between these two men? One was the Duke of Edinburgh, whilst the other was the father of a close family friend. Let's call him Michael*. I think you can guess which of them was cared for in NHS Papworth, Cambridgeshi...

Well, it's November and the UK once again has its collective knickers in a twist over one of our most beloved symbols of remembrance; the poppy. This time furore has broken out over a decision by FIFA not to allow poppies to be stitched onto England shirts for wear in their friendly against Spain. Amidst allegations of Sepp Blatter and co being biased against England, corrupt, and having no respect, there some that are quite frankly ridiculous, jingoistic and downright off-topic. Well the reason FIFA have given is that they do not allow extra symbols that may have religious or political connotations to be included in a strip. We can argue until we are blue in the face that the poppy isn't either of those, but the point is that they said no. So deal with it gracefully and perhaps get the team to donate (quietly) their collective match fees to the British Legion.   Some of my favourites circulating on Twitter : T he poppy is a national symbol - no it's not. End of. The...