So. I've been 'retired' from my teaching post at Repton for two weeks now, and am finally starting to get something out of the experience, seeing as I fell ill with a nasty cold more or less immediately after I ushered the last of my students from my flat the morning after an all-night congress post-Leaver's Ball. Nothing unseemly, believe it or ( Read more... )

Finally wrapped up my werewolves-are-sooo-edgy text for that blasted Punk/Subversive Culture exhibition catalogue book-thing... almost. Probably still needs another read from my trusty overseas editorial cohort, but the Tuesday deadline is no longer a thing of sheer dread. Only one writing commission to go ( Read more... )

From Charles Perrault's rendition of 'Little Red Riding Hood' (1697):

One sees here that young children ( Read more... )

So I've just been unofficially but most decisively informed that I haven't been selected for the PhD in Art and Visual Culture for next year. Yeah ( Read more... )

In all my anxiety awaiting news on my PhD application, I had almost forgotten how bloody awful the last week of term is in terms of frantic activity. It's almost a blessing to have another form of madness to distract me from the more important source of stress ( Read more... )

After an extended period of limited-functionality (i.e. a battery life of two minutes when not plugged into a power source) it seems that Arabella, my iPod, has officially moved on to the great electronic graveyard in the sky. Or will start gathering dust in the bottom left drawer of my desk. Whatever ( Read more... )

I can't quite determine why this day ended up being so bad, aside from the prospect of latent anxieties, etc. etc. But Tuesdays are bad as a rule, especially when random gappies from the prep school - minus 15 years or so, it seems - show up during your tutor group and turn your attempts at education into a fucking train wreck or else, perhaps, ( Read more... )

Good thing: Following through on my determination to take a Sunday walk at long last - despite the howling wind, the rain, the mud... it was fantastic. I got soaked through, but felt more refreshed than I have in ages. And the sound of rain against the single line of electical wires crossing the fields - strange, but I love it ( Read more... )

So, today's my 27th birthday, lucky fucking me. End of my mid-twenties in favour of a face-first splat into the wonderful world of my late-twenties. That really shouldn't make a difference. And I don't think it does ( Read more... )

Got back from London stupidly-late Sunday, given the early start-up of the rest of this term the next morning, but dagnabbit I had a lot of art-seeing and film-going to cram in while the opportunity still existed, and seeing as I've luckily gotten out of house duty tonight (won't be thanking myself when I have to go in Friday though...) I've at ( Read more... )