Well that was one hell of an anti climax. Four essays, two presentations, a winter ball, a shirked staff party and three Christmas dinners later comes the end of the semester. And once again I am back in the ghetto of south London. In good old Crystal Palace, again. Woe is me. BUT, on the plus side, we do have our own ice rink. But I'm not sure its
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