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Protected: The weekend
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Blast from the Past
James asked me about a strip I used to have an archive of. Only he couldn’t remember the name. Sadly nor could I. Having dug…
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These papers…are awfully…similar.
I’m not quite sure how I didn’t notice before, staggeringly blind is a phrase that leaps to mind, but two of my papers are actually…
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Until the sun comes up…
So, yes. Last night, as some of you gathered, I was feeling more than a trifle stressed. It actually managed to keep me from sleep…
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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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.…