Well it's been a while since I've posted anything, so I kind of feel like I should, for old times sake...
Checking through my dissertation repeatedly as I am at the moment I have discovered with a certain amusement mixed with fascination and (for no apparent reason) just a hint of sadness that many of my sentences are considerably, even very much, longer than they need to be and that consequnetly it is easy to forget the point of the sentence as explained in the opening of aforementioned sentence, by the time one reaches that which is signalled by the use of punctuation such as the full stop, or period as it is known to American readers, that is namely the end of the aforementioned (several times over) sentence.
I also, obviously, have a bizarre habit, as is clearly the case, of asserting everything by claiming, evidently, that it simply must be true and leaving things at that.
I need to get rid of some of those habits before I do my Masters (which will be here in Exeter by the way, not sure that was definite last time I posted).
Speaking of which, I had a very entertaining meeting with my tutor today in which she expressed what can only be described as distress that I have no plans to do a PHD after my masters, let alone become, as she put it 'a Victorianist'. Let me make this quite clear, I do not want to be an academic. I have nothing against them, and some are very pleasant, but, frankly, if God had wanted me to become an English professor, he would have blessed me with a tweed jacket to match (read that metaphorically or literally as you will).
Speaking of which, I had a very entertaining meeting with my tutor today in which she expressed what can only be described as distress that I have no plans to do a PHD after my masters, let alone become, as she put it 'a Victorianist'. Let me make this quite clear, I do not want to be an academic. I have nothing against them, and some are very pleasant, but, frankly, if God had wanted me to become an English professor, he would have blessed me with a tweed jacket to match (read that metaphorically or literally as you will).
I seem to remember showing lots of reminiscing photos and as my undergrad days are slipping away ever faster, and a lot of very good friends are going too, I'm going to continue that wee 
tradition here. 
On the left is my amazing hall group from last year when they were just wee first years. I say wee, but Dan is clearly quite a lot taller than me so that's probably not really accurate. On the left is Tim at my 21st Bday party, doing what he does best. He's an unusual one, our Tim. Note in the background the fish being fried by an 11 watt lamp, perhaps partially explaining the high death rate in those early days...
tradition here. 
On the left is my amazing hall group from last year when they were just wee first years. I say wee, but Dan is clearly quite a lot taller than me so that's probably not really accurate. On the left is Tim at my 21st Bday party, doing what he does best. He's an unusual one, our Tim. Note in the background the fish being fried by an 11 watt lamp, perhaps partially explaining the high death rate in those early days...
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