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Musical chairs: Yang Peiyi (left) and Lin Miaoke swapped places Rebecca-Monique Williams

Like many other people, I was totally astonished when I found out that the performance by the ‘girl in the red dress’ with the immaculate voice at the Olympic opening ceremony in Beijing was faked.

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In this month’s Tatler magazine 23-year-old actress and Pirates of the Caribbean star Keira Knightley (left) admits that she has “a chip on her shoulder” for not going to university.

Rebecca-Monique  WilliamsA genuine new £20 note

A very close friend of mine was recently left five hundred pounds out of pocket.

15 knife vicims so far of 2008Rebecca-Monique Williams

As the media tally up the 15th murdered victim of violent youth crime in the UK this year, the government unveils a £3 million advertising campaign against knife crime.

The posters, which feature graphic images of real injuries inflicted from such attacks, are hoped to shock youth into realising the reality, severity and fatality of knife crime. Real images such as a knife piercing through a victim’s skin are amongst some of the emotive images featured. The government have also posted a reconstruction of a street stabbing on social networking sites in the hope that such shock tactics will prove effective in deterring such crimes.

The truth of the matter is that the youth of today are numb to such images because in a society where they have access to mediums such as violent video games and the internet, which admittedly contain far more disturbing images, it has become the norm to them. Yes, the government must appear to be doing something about the situation, and indeed the campaign is a tick in the box of Parliament’s to do list, but I doubt it will actually save lives. These images shock parents not the youth.

I’m sick and tired of people blaming communities: “There aren’t enough youth clubs”, “There isn’t much for youth to do.” My take on that? Absolute rubbish. As someone who from the age of 17 was forced to look after myself with no support or role model, I think it’s just a poor excuse. The facilities are there but for some reason the youth refuse to take advantage of them and opt for criminal activities that provide cheap thrills. To them going to the library or community centre is seen as ‘uncool’. To them street cred carries more value than academic success.
In theory, I was the perfect candidate to be sucked into that dark world of violent gangs: no guidance, little money, little power etc. But I found things to do with my time i.e. focusing on my education and career. I knew where I wanted to go in life and it wasn’t a four -letter word that begins with J and ends in L. What happened to young individuals taking responsibility for themselves and their own actions? Going out there and making something of their lives, being innovative?

Statistics claim that those involved in such crimes come from working class, low-income, single parent families. Is this trend an excuse for the current climate of youth crime? If so, again, it’s a poor one.

Some say the parents are to blame. Parents who, for example, work such long hours that the only time they get to see their children, if at all, is late at night when they return home. Parents of whom have failed to establish the key foundations of regular communication with their children from an early age and therefore think that it’s the responsibility of their community to bring up their child- instiling in them sound morals and respect. These children crave acceptance and a sense of belonging and unfortunately some end up finding it in violent gangs, leaders of whom become their role models.

This spate of cold-blooded murders infuriates me to the point of disbelief. Unless this ‘badge of honour’ mentality of these youths stops, the media’s tally will continue to rise. Unfortunately, I think things will have to get far worse in order to get better.

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It’s that time of year again where men frantically rush to their local Interflora, Thornton’s and Clintons Cards store to show their other half (or potential other half) that they “really care”.

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“I don’t necessarily believe in religion,” I told a co- worker of mine recently only to be given a look of absolute shock. “But why not?” they replied, as if I owed it to them to justify my philosophical view.

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Is it me, or have you also noticed that come winter, all the “bad boys” out there switch their poise from “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m well ghetto!” to “I say, one must carry oneself proper.” All the other three seasons of the year, they’re brave enough to rock low- batties (wear their trousers well below their waist), yet when temperatures hit 6 degrees Celsius or lower, the dusty old belts come out of the wardrobe to be reunited with the loops on their long lost sagging jeans and hide those hideous boxers. The thought of getting frostbite on their derrieres is not an all too attractive one- in fact it’s a rather chilling one.

Hoodies are worn properly for the purpose they were designed for- to keep your head and ears warm- rather than as an urban fashion trend. Now, underneath that hoodie is a smiling young person gratefully cosy in the warmth of their clothes, unlike the dark mysterious figure one crosses the rest of the year round with a permanent screw face which communicates “It’s me against the world”.

Don’t even get me started with the one peg leg chicken walk. Once slippery frost settles on the pavements and becomes an everyday occurrence, these gangster wanabes know to abandon those bops and walk properly before they end up with a broken leg and actually walking bent for the rest of their lives. It’s quite amusing to see these previously confident strutters appear to be struck with a severe case of amnesia, having every memory of knowing how to walk properly erased. Either that or they just feel nostalgic and decide to revisit their first baby steps.

All of this is if you’re even lucky to see them. They strangely seem to hibernate during this season. No more hanging around street corners for the majority of the day, terrorising shopkeepers or passers by. It’s all about being indoors all wrapped up and warm.

It’s funny that despite trying to maintain their persona of being cool, Mother Nature seems to come along and show these bad boys how it’s really done.