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Rachel Woollett

@rachelwoollett

Writer, journalist, two-time @CWIPprize finalist, #BRCA #OCD

‘Rachel observes life with a razor-sharp wit that makes me spit out my tea!’

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I've just heard Sheena Easton on the radio singing about how her baby takes the morning train. I'm sorry but I don't think it is at all appropriate to let your newborn child travel alone on public transport. Rest assured I have reported her to the relevant authorities.

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What a beautiful video. Cancer affects so many of us in different ways. Wishing Catherine, Princess of Wales a full recovery back to health.

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We know it’s #NotAllMen but we don’t know which men it is. This is horrifying, but not altogether unexpected. #giselepelicot

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What the living arse is the point of being an MP if you’re not going to represent your constituents? It’s literally your fucking job. So disappointed with this current government. Keir Starmer The Labour Party

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I despair of anyone choosing to vote for this narcissistic, hateful man. Watch the whole thing. Respect to Kamala Harris for keeping her cool.

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"She's made some basic errors...I wanted to see taxes on the wealthy first." "I wonder who's advising her." Carol Vorderman questions Labour and Rachel Reeves' decision to cut winter fuel payments. Carol Vorderman

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It’s that time, a changing season begins; the air gets crisp, you reach for a long forgotten jumper and glance out of the window to wistfully remark upon the nights drawing in and catch sight of a man frantically fucking fallen leaves for the first time this year. Autumn.

It’s that time, a changing season begins; the air gets crisp, you reach for a long forgotten jumper and glance out of the window to wistfully remark upon the nights drawing in and catch sight of a man frantically fucking fallen leaves for the first time this year. Autumn.