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Colourful costumes and wary looks;

Will the weather hold out?

Bags full of goodies,

Last minute shopping trips,

Jokes under the sun,

Waiting for the gang to arrive.

Laughter on the road as we walk,

Jokes and references only we get.

It’s the last few days; this is the end,

So if everything is a little brighter,

If our smiles are a little wider,

What of it?


We have our whole lives ahead.

Just let us cling to this past,

Just for a little longer.

12 going to 1


Time truly flies

When you’re having fun…

Last I checked it was eight, 

Now twelve going to one.

Eyelids grow heavy,

Lips sluggish;

Admit it! You’re half asleep!

But how can you put 

An end to a night like that?

Movies and midnight takeaway,

Giggles and gossip,

Mindless internet searches.

Until it’s one going to two

And you give up.

Sweet dreams for tonight,

Try not to break the alarm

When you wake up….

The Fun Fair


Deep in the gardens, just off the main street,

The Fun Fair has set its games once more.

They came with the morning mist,

By mid-morn they were ready,

A village’s worth of gingerbread rides.


Music and children laughing,

Donuts and sausages and cotton candy,

Gaudy bags, stuffed animals,


“Come play, everyone wins a prize!”


Wrapping paper glamour crinkling

And sparking under stage lights.

Vendors always cheerful,

“That’ll be three quid, love!”

“Come, come, try your luck!”


Later at night, when the stalls will shut down

And the lights and the music will stop for a while,

Take a walk with the wind, hear it whistle through

The rusty skeletons of rides, see the confetti

Move tiredly with the night breeze.


A few last people might amble around you,

Shutting down power supplies, cleaning fryers,

Shoulders stooping from a day’s work.

Smiles and Fun are a serious enterprise.

After all…someone has to gild the glitter.

The Town Crier


One moment your attention, if you will!

I have an announcement to make!

Peer pressure worked its magic once again,

And NaPoWriMo I’ll be attempting.

So, no regular updates for a month,

Sorry for leaving SoF in a cliffhanger.

Clearly I have no preservation of self,

We’ve all seen what happens

When I attempt the post-per-day motif….

How long until I go coocoo this time?

I do acknowledge this is a shameless plug,

But hey! I girl has got to try!

So tune in tomorrow and every day after,

Let’s how long I’ll keep this

From being a disaster!

11 reasons it pays to be single on Valentine’s Day


In honour of the upcoming Never-you-mind-my-relationship-status Day, here are my personal top eleven reasons on why Valentine’s Day is better for the singles.

  1. You get to have the house all to yourself. While your flatmates are out with their significant others you get to have a three hour long bubble bath with no one trying to break the door.
  2. You save money: no one to expect extravagant gifts means your budget might just get you through the month.
  3. No pre-date nerves of the “Ohmygoshwhattowearvariety”.
  4. Ladies: if you want to be lazy and NOT shave your legs, no one will know.
  5. No struggle to fit yet-another plushy to your already alarmingly large collection.
  6. If you want to have a junk food night in, washed down with a tub of Ben and Jerries, there’s bound to be someone on your friends list to join you.
  7. No embarrassingly sappy posts on Facebook/Twitter that you know you will regret in a few weeks’ time.
  8. You don’t have to sit through a movie you hate and pretend to like it for your date’s sake.
  9. Better yet! You don’t have to share your popcorn!
  10. You don’t lose sight of what’s important: specifically the upcoming Pancake Day.
  11. Massive chocolate clearance on every supermarket on the 15ht.

P.S. Kudos to the Nostalgia Critic for the Top 11 gimmick.

In which I am half-asleep


This is going to be a short one. Last night there was a massive sleepover at my uni’s Student Union. There were snacks, movies, ghost stories, hair braiding and of course very little actual sleep. No, not because we were having such a good time we couldn’t be ask to break it off (well…that too..). It’s been a long, long time since I slept on the floor. The pain, the pain, the horror! And the cold! It’s been snowing on and off for the past few days and central heating in large spaces can only do so much. That and we had our wake-up call (in the form of BBC news) at 8 o’clock in the morning. I was just getting over my sore back and asleep! :”(

So, would I repeat the experience? HELL YEAH! There is something hilarious and nostalgic at the same time about a slumber party, especially when you have classes with your fellow party-goers. Nothing quite breaks the ice like cuddly toys and funny PJs. (Before you ask, yes, I had a cuddly toy with me.)

However, seeing that I’ll be having a b.u.s.y. day tomorrow, I’ll wrap this up now and -never mind the local time- get ready for bed. In my lovely, warm, comfortable, and -most importantly- SOFT bed.

Peace out.

In which there is a level-up


Not on the quality of my writing, sorry! No, I realised the other day that I’ve reached a level of familiarity with the subject I am studying where I feel I can get away with pop culture references. Don’t get me wrong, the occasional Monty Python or Airplane (or Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings or whatever) joke came up in the conversation, but I had never actually done something like that on coursework. And then I was assigned to do a presentation on Culhwch and Olwen, which, when you take out all the death, violence and magic, is the story of an overprotective father who won’t let his daughter date anyone and kills anyone brave (or stupid) enough to try. Cue a frantic search for relevant jokes and kudos to Google for providing me with this little gem:

torturing your daughter's boyfriend

So why do I consider this a level-up? Well, think about it. If you’re going to seriously study something (in my case Medieval Literature), then the least you can do is treat your subject with the respect you’d show someone much older than you (who also happens to be in possession of several embarrassing anecdotes from your parents’ youth). Eventually however, you will start gaining familiarity with them, until you are trading stories instead of just listening. I claim to be no expert in Middle Welsh poetry or Arthurian legends. I can only say that I have spent enough time reading (about) them to recognise names, themes and patterns and to see them more as a part of a long chain of literary works that -when stripped to their bare bones- all go back to the same subjects, rather than as a remote and separate entity that cannot be comprehended (I leave that sort of holy terror for the moments I have to speak on the phone. I HATE talking on the phone!)

Next level-up would be for me to be capable of stringing two sentences together in Middle English, if only to enjoy the look of shock on the faces around me if it ever happened in casual conversation. I do that sometimes with Shakespearean expressions and the result is usually hilarious.



P.S. Cookies to whoever guesses which Monty Python and Airplane references we made most often!

In which there are endings and beginnings


Hello folks!

Hope you had a lovely festive season. Soooo….Remember how before my Winter Break (yes, it needs the capitals) hiatus every other post would be me complaining about my dissertation? Or…wait? I did that here, right? Not on Facebook? Ugh. As you can see my circuits are still pretty much fried and my short term memory is not as good as it used to be. And it was never great in the first place! Anyway, what’s with the long-winded ramble? Nothing of importance, this will not be a deep and intellectual post. I just submitted my dissertation today and I’m still giddy about it. Quite a few of my friends have been on the same boat for the past semester so as you can imagine the jokes about it abide. My favourite two:

  1. A dissertation is like a bad relationship: you want to get away but you can’t. And even if you do get away, you can’t help but go back to all the time and emotional balance lost.
  2. A dissertation is like a pregnancy: it lasts between six and nine months, it’s trying for everyone involved and everyone that knows them and the end is trying, painful and will be possibly followed by a slight depression (what am I supposed to do now?) and trying to smother the feels by eating insane amounts of junk food.

True story bro.

That much for endings. What of beginnings?

All sorts of exciting stuff! I have new classes, I’m tentatively looking at postgrad programs, I’m starting driving lessons, I’m following some people’s work on the internet, my favourite singer is preparing a new CD, I’m compiling a list of movies that I HAVE to see in the next five years (mostly because some have not even began being filmed yet coughThor3cough). And in between all this, and perhaps the best thing to start, is my writing. I’m suddenly in the mood to write again: bad poetry, fanfiction, short stories, novels…. I don’t care! I’m in the mood to write. No more scouring through my old notebooks for something to post! Fresh content will be arriving! Oh, I LOVE my life!

****half an hour of Youtube later****

Yeah, if my life was a cartoon right now, I’d be Madame Mim, Merlin would every grad-been-there-done-that-have-harder-things-to-do student and Arthur would be every person ever that’s told be “sure, cool, never heard of your subject matter before.”

In which there is travel planning


…which is significantly different than having travel plans! You make travel plans when you scroll wistfully through page after page on TripAdvisor, all the while going, “Too expensive. Too far away. Needs visa. All booked…” etc. etc. BUT! Travelling planning is what you do after you’ve booked tickets and hotel rooms and you realise you have less than 24 hours to put the house in some order and pack your bag. Which is what I should be doing right now. But never mind shoulds… Originally this post was going to be a short announcement to tell whoever is reading my blog (-insert crickets chirping-) that for the rest of this week there’ll be a small change in my posting rota.

If you’ve been around since last spring, you’ll remember that I did the whole post-a-day-travel-blog shtick while I was spending money I should have probably saved and travelling around Britain instead of revising for my exams. Frankly it was more of a challenge from me to me, to see if I could adhere to a posting schedule. It mostly worked, I’m proud to say. So, this year, I’m repeating the experience on a smaller scale. Instead of working on my dissertation (as I should) and not spending money I really can’t afford to spend, I’m spending my reading week in London!

And you, dear reader, get to read all my gripes regarding public transport, my fangirling over weird bookshops and even weirder museum exhibitions and my unabashedly unprofessional critisism of restaurants and coffee shops all over the greater London area (mostly because it won’t be a proper trip if I don’ end up on the wrong metro line and get myself to Heathrow instead of the Kensington Gardens…).  Hey, I might even upload a picture or two! Now, wouldn’t that be a treat!

Reconstruction of the student council faces mixed reactions (by John Gaunt, editor)


Much debate had arisen lately from the near complete reconstruction of the school’s student council. What started as a debate between Secretary Henry Hereford and Treasurer Thomas Mowbray over fund allocation, soon escalated to a full scale investigation. Richard Plantagenet, the President resigned when suspicions of his involvement in some rather questionable expenses was implied. He was shortly followed in this decision by member of the council, Bushy, Bagot and Green. Professor York, who led the investigation on behalf of the Parent-Teacher Organisation, has not publicly announced his results, however, rumours amongst the student body point to last semester’s notoriously expensive Winter Formal Dance’s tickets as well as the non-refundable, cancelled senior trip to Ireland.

Elections for the new student council were held last Friday. Henry Hereford was voted President by a sweeping majority. Henry Northumberland was appointed Vice-President, William Willoughby Secretary, while Harry Percy, Piece Exton and William Ross replaced members Bushy, Bagot and Green. Of the old council only Edward Aumerle, former Vice-President was re-elected, this time in the function of Treasurer.

While the majority of the student body greeted the reconstruction enthusiastically, there is still a small function that feels the change was unnecessary. When asked, Stephen Scroop, a year 10 student, said “This whole re-arrangement was altogether unnecessary. Hereford brings nothing new to the council, nor do the new-arrivals that accompanied him. Richard’s council was only dissolved due to allegations and frankly, we all have more important things to worry about than whether the seniors get an extra vacation or not.”