Crisis of Confidence

So I’m staring at my dissertation. All… let’s check now… all 343 words of it and I feel completely fucking lost. I know what the…
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The MOT

So I was all ready. I popped Cherry outside to bask in the sunlight while I checked her over. Tighted up the seat bolts, which…
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Concentration span of a flea

Damnit. I was just about getting into the work. Just about. Words weren’t exactly ‘flowing’, but they were kind of plodding. It wasn’t great, but…
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Limits

I have finally found something that scares me. My dissertation. The section I’m about to write is a puny 4,500 word, I’ve been thinking it…

Isn’t technology Brilliant!

Because, right, they’ve made the MOT test in the UK all computerised right, which means that it’s all done by computers which is Brilliant. Right.…
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The clumsy girl and the day

So, it’s morning. I’ve had breakfast, watched Azumanga Daioh, had a shower and managed to check my bike’s brakes (spongy, but better. Added more fluid.…