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I’m lying in bed, bitterly cursing whoever decided to pass on this bloody cold to me, and bitterly regretting the fact that I don’t have the energy to revise. But when do I ever have the energy to revise? I barely had the motivation to wander down to the kitchen and make myself a coffee,… Read More Untitled 1

On the Greeks

To my pleasure, I’ve realised that I can read scripts on the bus without getting travel sick. I’ve found that reading on transport either will deter people from starting a conversation, or start one. If you too want to have a heated debate on Catch-22/Shakespeare/Aeschylus, pull up a chair, grab a coffee and marry me.… Read More On the Greeks