I AM ANNA

Oslo was never top of my list. In actual fact, I had never really thought too much about Norway beyond the confines of my university halls on one fateful Eurovision night. But, as it happens, a surprise trip to this snowy city makes for the perfect Christmas present. In truth, Oslo surprised me from beneath a blanket of snow. It was like spending a weekend in Narnia and there ain’t nothing wrong with that. Especially when you’re with your favourite human.

Welcome to Oslo.

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THE SUNDAY PAPERS

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It’s the last Sunday before Christmas, so you’re no doubt doing the rounds with family, barging your way through the crowds on Oxford Street or stocking up on booze for the festive season. However, if you’re anything like me and constantly overdo it when it comes to Christmas parties, you’re probably in bed nursing a three day hangover with a large quarter pounder meal. And if you’re that person, then kick back with me and my favourite reads from the last seven days.

Be Chill This Year

Sexy Art

Let’s Talk Loans

Depression

Tinder at Christmas

Nigella

Office Party Decorum

Help

Family Feuds in December

New Year, New Job

Friends are for life, not just for Christmas

Christmas Wisdom

FEMINISM

Have a great week of food, festivities and fun.

THE CITY

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When people think of their happy place, it’s normally a vision of white sands, blue skies and Caipirinhas on tap, right? Well my happy place – even after 25 years – is right here in this big city, and I will tell you why.

By day, we only notice the grumpy faces, the brisk walks and the litter on the pavement. It’s hard to see past the endless rows of chicken shops and aggy kids on the bus on the way to work. You seem to always need an umbrella, even in springtime, and you pay a fortune for pretty much everything- not to mention your bag getting knicked from right under your nose.

On a good day, however, the city comes alive.

And although I love my shabby home town and was oh-so-territorial when every man and his dog moved here after university (only to realise that they had all moved to Clapham and then I didn’t mind as much), it isn’t all about this little place that I call home; it’s just urban life that I love. And I love it for the things it has taught me.

Paris, for example, is where I learnt that (unfortunately) racism does in fact still exist in the 21st century. I also learnt here that it was okay to wear black everyday. Barcelona was where I, as a twelve year old, discovered the art world. It was also where I learnt – the hard way – to keep my belongings close to my chest in public places. Bucharest is where I learnt how to survive a coach full of people en route to a festival (you stock up on water and more booze and hope for the best). It’s also where I realised that it’s possible to buy beer for a pound. London is where I learnt to fall in love. And the Big Apple? Well, that’s where I learnt how to live.

Going from London to New York felt like flying home, rather than heading into the unknown. I padded those streets like an extra in Home Alone and pretended it was no biggie that I found myself in Brooklyn. Forget jungle exploration or bumming about on a beach, this was my Nirvana. The concrete, the smell of food, even the smell of “trash”, the greyness, the bustle, the paranoia, the anonymity. It felt so comforting and familiar, so akin to something else I’d known before: my first love, London.

They say the world is your Oyster, but I say there’s only one city where there’s an Oyster Card, and it’s right on my doorstep. So if you’re unable to travel the world, then find yourself a place smack bang in the middle of the capital. Yes, it’s expensive, but each borough, district or quarter is like flying to a foreign land and is therefore worth every single penny. With an array of delicacies, cultures and occupants, a tube ride from home can give you a completely different experience from anything you’ve seen before. And I mean that.

This Ode to My Hometown is nothing you haven’t heard spouted from the mouths of Londoners a million times before me, but in the depths of winter, when the Christmas lights have gone and summers spent in Hyde Park seem too far away to even think about, it’s very easy to forget how magical this place really is.

If you’re still not buying into it, head to Kings Cross Station, to platform 9 3/4 and see where THAT train takes you…