Eleven of twelve
There's a noticeable change in the air this week as people recognise we've only got two weeks of lectures left of this term. I don't just mean the dwindling attendances in the lecture halls, but people just seem to be in a better mood. The stress of essays has been removed: these next few weeks are for relaxing, socialising, and enjoying being independent.
There is the small issue of some pointless presentation I have to prepare for one of my seminars. It's on Evelina (Frances Burney), which is one of the most horrible books I've ever read. It's like being in a nightmare you can't wake up from: every page is a confusing, claustrophobic tangle of hideous characters and garish locations. Thankfully, it's the last book on the course (which hasn't, it's fair to say, been one of my all-time favourites).
In the cricket, England have snatched defeat from the claws of [moral] victory. Make no mistake, we definitely lost the game, it was not won by Australia. A dreadful batting collapse saw us lose the test-we-should-have-drawn by six wickets.
Finally, in the advent calendar window today: some myrrh. Or frankincense. Whichever one it wasn't the other day.
There is the small issue of some pointless presentation I have to prepare for one of my seminars. It's on Evelina (Frances Burney), which is one of the most horrible books I've ever read. It's like being in a nightmare you can't wake up from: every page is a confusing, claustrophobic tangle of hideous characters and garish locations. Thankfully, it's the last book on the course (which hasn't, it's fair to say, been one of my all-time favourites).
In the cricket, England have snatched defeat from the claws of [moral] victory. Make no mistake, we definitely lost the game, it was not won by Australia. A dreadful batting collapse saw us lose the test-we-should-have-drawn by six wickets.
Finally, in the advent calendar window today: some myrrh. Or frankincense. Whichever one it wasn't the other day.
