Alex Thomson is readying himself to embark on one of the most gruelling sporting challenges in the world today – the solo round-the-world race, the Vendée Globe. He will be blogging for The Independent about his journey. The 38-year-old solo sailor is in Les Sables d’Olonne with his boat, HUGO BOSS, and 19 other competitors waiting for the start of the race tomorrow.
I have been paralysed from the neck downwards since I was born in 1971 and spent my life wheelchair bound. However, in spite of this I have been lucky enough to travel the world, develop a successful career and establish a supportive group of family and friends.
A growing number of people are helping preserve the Welsh countryside by becoming small woodland owners. Steve Watkins found a boyhood dream of owning a wood more challenging than expected along with some surprising discoveries about the Great Outdoors.
Decision day has finally arrived for Americans, and Chris Rock has a controversial take on the country’s first ever black president.
The Zimbabwe Vigil recently marked – not celebrated – our tenth anniversary protesting outside the Zimbabwe Embassy in London against human rights abuses and in support of free and fair elections. Since the 12th October 2002 Zimbabwean exiles and supporters have gathered every Saturday, come what may, overlooked by Jacob Epstein’s sculptures slowly crumbling away on the Embassy’s neo-classical façade.
I voted last week (via absentee ballot) for Obama and I still think he will win. He could ruin his chances completely if while visiting the storm damaged East Coast he steps on a puppy. It could happen, he ate dog as a child in Indonesia, and according to some blogs he still drinks the blood of a poodle every morning.
There is a dog in our block that barks incessantly and has done so since we moved in four years ago.
Back in August a poll sought the worst place name in the UK. Among the contenders were Sandy Balls, Scratchy Bottom, and Crapstone. The winner? Shitterton.
When I was just 14 years old, the Burmese Army attacked my village with mortar bombs and air strikes. There was no warning. We fled for our lives. My family ran, carrying what we could on our backs, leaving our home and everything behind. As we hid in the jungle, homeless and afraid, a British trade delegation dined in Rangoon, making business deals with the regime that had just slaughtered my people.
We need to ask the question of whether students are being given an adequate say in the changes taking place within their learning establishments. The truth is, they are not.
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