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The Life Palavers of Harriet Dyer: Still waiting

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share. But has she found a counsellor yet? Has she bollocks.

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The Life Palavers of Harriet Dyer: Food and I

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share. This week she’s serving some grubby thoughts.

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The Life Palavers of Harriet Dyer: Living quandaries

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share so people don’t make the same mistakes she did. This week she’s pondering where to lay her hat.

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The Life Palavers of Harriet Dyer: Mother Goose

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share. This week Harriet has written about her Mum… and encourages everyone to make the most of theirs while they can.

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The Life Palavers of Harriet Dyer

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share so people don’t make the same mistakes she did.

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It’s not me, it’s you

A relationship which makes Harriet Dyer utterly happy to be herself has brought the succession of moronic dunderheads she previously let into her life into sharp focus.

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Me and my Gnarly Kicks

When it comes to trainers Harriet Dyer needs no training. She wanted to share her lifetime love affair with sporty footwear, and we were happy to let her.

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Life Palavers: Temptation

Harriet Dyer was a human catastrophe: drugs, drink and institutions. She’s back on her feet and has some life lessons to share so people don’t make the same mistakes she did. Here she reveals that willpower is key.

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The Weekend’s Top 5

Need a plan for the weekend? Let Hannah Dolan make some suggestions.

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Unforgettable smackers

As International Kissing Day puckers up for a global snogfest, a crowd of Standard Issue writers recall a lock of lips which has lived long in the memory.