With 20,000 words left to write for April 26th and having just handed in my dissertation about six hours earlier, I should be either celebrating or furiously scribbling away the last double-spaced, footnoted pages of my degree. However, like the aspiring journalist I so crave to be defined as, instead I sat down in front of BBC One’s See You …
Is This It?
I’m officially no longer a fresher. You might have noticed I’ve itched for this moment since I got to university, but I reluctantly reset the keycard to my room at Royal Holloway. If anyone’s living in Tuke F-3A-05 in future, and you happen to stumble across this post, look underneath the desk next to the bed, and you should see …
Sometimes Things Get Like, Whatever
I remember when I was at school, if I didn’t go out on a Saturday, I’d be in a bad mood. Saturday was the only day I could go out without worrying about what work I had to do – and without being knackered from the week. No after-school commitments to worry about. I can’t quite believe I forced myself …
November Has Come
I had to update my Facebook Info section just to keep track of what I’m doing. Blimey. Aren’t I a productive little chap? Well, I’m sitting in an empty flat. In my dressing gown. All seven other residents have gone home for the weekend, and I’m trying to work out whether I should be going home or finding something more …
Homesick at Space Camp
Sorry. I’ve slipped even further behind on updating. But this time, I have an excuse, because I was actually doing things. I went to Cyprus, which was fine. Relaxing, reading my pre-University reading list, sun, sea, sand… I went to see underOATH at The Astoria, but really went for the support band, Envy on the Coast, who I met after …
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