When it comes to cosmetics, nothing can beat the Oxford Street Debbenhams experience. I managed to end up there at my lunch hour as my attempts to find YSL's Rouge Pur Transparent number 14 in one of the suburban branches had proved highly ineffective (they are discontinuing one of the most beautiful lipstick ranges ever... The tragedy ( Read more... )

I never thought that writing 500 words could be so excruciating. My 500 words are not any common 500 words, though. These 500 words are tied to a £7500 award to pay for my PhD course. That makes each word worth £15, which for interdisciplinarity is a bargain, but for I is a little bit pricey ( Read more... )

A friend of mine, film maker and all, has been nominated... for an Oscar!

7:35 in the morning is a very very low budget film he did with his mates just after he graduated! Shows what a long way talent goes... If you want to see it and have broadband, you can here.

My congratulations to him.

This morning, I woke up with a letter T written in blue biro on the back of my hand. There would be no mystery at all (as I regularly use my hand as a diary of urgencies) if it wasn't because, for the first time ever, I can't remember what this T means ( Read more... )

Waiting, the fruit matures and the knot undoes itself.

My PhD proposal got lost in the Christmas post. I found this out when I went to Central Saint Martins' Research Office to ask them aboout the progress of my application. My saddened and confused face lasted one milisecond, the time it took me to remember I had an electronic copy of everything in my flash drive. Then it was them who look baffled. In ( Read more... )

It has taken me all this time to come back here. My mum's Christmas present (a 3-day visit to the dentist), essays on teaching and knowledge (which I handed today) and general tedium of life as it currently is didn't contribute to make the journey any quicker ( Read more... )

It happens without fail. Every single time I get the 152 bus to go or come back from work, I read, in one of the shop names, Pranco Shoplifters where it should have been shopfitters. My heart sinks low because for someone that wants to write obscure traitises on seduction, seductivity, seductiveness and seductology, the spectre of dyslexia is a ( Read more... )

It's not my fault if ballet is fashionable these days...


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Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen! This is your driver speaking. Customers leaving their briefcases on the yellow line when waiting on the platform are advised to bend over to pick them up way before the train arrives to avoid being beheaded on their way to work. Thank you.

Some people...