Listening to Elvis Costello and nursing a blister on my thumb (suddenly, thimbles make a lot more sense) - I can't believe something that took so much time and effort could look so woefully pathetic. Worse still, I had to call in Ellie and Melissa for help making the pattern, so there were witnesses to my ineptitude. The traitorous harridans wouldn ( Read more... )

An eight figure bank account and he wants a home made present. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but either way, I'll be cursing this bloody needle long before Thursday.

Sunday night ennui. In in act of defiance against Boredom (or, as Valentine suggests, in homage to it) I've started writing a paper for the Aleksandr Strakhov prize, tentatively titled 'Pas de deux: thoughts on the syntax of sentential negation in French.'  This motivation to lose myself in something challenging was prompted by marking the first ( Read more... )

One student down before semester begins - in surprising news the body that was found in the river was one of the few that enrolled in my Modern English class for the coming year. I can't say he's much of a loss as a student, but terrible situation regardless ( Read more... )

Not referring to the guests of the Martin-Moose nuptials (though some fit that bill) but the actual wild animals penned up quite close by. Who knew there was a mini Serengeti in Kent ( Read more... )

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One gents outing foiled by icy roads, thirteen episodes of Arrested Development, six cups of coffee and twelve cigarette breaks later, I've resorted to reading the local news. Quite an interesting read, if you like stories about unidentified bodies and rescue kittens ( Read more... )

Bravado abounds. Between Valentine insisting youth trumps experience, and Ellie sending me obscene ornaments, this Christmas is shaping up to be an interesting one.


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Christ, how many times can they show Love Actually? Any film that has both Colin Firth and Hugh Grant is clearly aimed at a specific target, I wish they'd put on something not quite so full of oestrogen ( Read more... )

The best part of all of the 'end of the world' business is that no one has really taken the shift to the Gregorian calendar into account. Once you do that, you'll realise that the end of the world is actually tomorrow.

Sleep well.