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Just a thought...: January 2012
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Friday, 6 January 2012. 5 Days in The Netherlands. The train journey was very smooth – the train was clean, fast and on time. Definitely not in England any more! Having arrived in Rotterdam it was easy enough to find the connecting train to The Hague, and we were on our way once more. It is worth noting that, after everything that went into buying our tickets, we did not actually have to produce them at any point on the journey. After a while a...
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Just a thought...: May 2010
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Monday, 17 May 2010. The strained thoughts of a student. Now for the part that really terrifies me. Where am I going now? Thank you for reading. Saturday, 1 May 2010. Where did that year go? Strange realisation today - I have now been in the same country for 367 days on the spin, which is something I'm not used to! Also, I am now house hunting for when I finish college. Any ideas do get in touch. Thanks for tolerating the narcissism. My experie...
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Just a thought...: February 2012
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Monday, 20 February 2012. Intolerance in Football: Fashanu, Terry, Suarez and UEFA. Approximate number of professional footballers in England. Openly gay professional footballers. Fine for former Leicester City player Michael Ball for tweeting homophobic comments. Number of professional clubs (out of 92) who are willing to openly back The Justin Campaign’s Football v Homophobia initiative. Do I think that these things will happen? On Luis Suare...
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Just a thought...: March 2011
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Tuesday, 22 March 2011. I have accepted the place on the MA Ensemble Theatre course at RBC starting in October. Now after the fiasco last year (my reaction to which got picked up on by the college online account monitoring people), I am not in as strong a financial position as I was last year, so am having to plan out with much more care how I am going to pay for it. So that is the situation currently, and, as usual, it is all about the money.
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Just a thought...: February 2011
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Sunday, 20 February 2011. It's been nearly four months now. Before we start: this may strike some of you as whiny, self indulgent crap - others have been through worse etc - and if that is the case, then that is fine with me. But hopefully venting might help me to get over it. So here goes. Tuesday, 8 February 2011. A view on the anti-cuts movement. Is an example of how well this can work. People who see a protest are not always aware what ...
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Just a thought...: April 2011
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Some thoughts from the mind of a postgraduate drama student. Saturday, 2 April 2011. While trawling through some old stuff today I discovered a couple of things. Firstly, I have contrived to lose two of my favourite and most sentimentally valuable t-shirts, and secondly, I found some old notes from ex-girlfriends from a while ago. Letters from old girlfriends. Things I find in suitcases. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Letters from old girlfriends. Things I find in suitcases.
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Evil Is Sexy | Terminally Grumpy
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Blogging My Way To An Aneurysm. Inspired by Lily Alice’s blog post. Which was in turn inspired by someone at Pajiba. I have decided to compile a list of inexplicably sexy villains. To be perfectly honest, most of them are pretty conventionally attractive and everyone knows that a little darkness only enhances the sexy. So without further ado, and in no particular order:. David Bowie –. 8211; Dracula, Bram Stoker’s Dracula. 8211; Alexander Mahone, Prison Break. 8211; Jackson Ripner, Red Eye. Follow &ldquo...
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Echoplex – Part One | Terminally Grumpy
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Blogging My Way To An Aneurysm. Echoplex – Part One. It was January, and accordingly, it was raining. The woman stepped off the bus and into the damp Deptford street. Ankle-deep puddles glowed bright green with the distorted reflections of garish neon shop-signs. A soggy fried chicken box sailed cheerfully past, buoyed by a foamy stream of gutter water. She thought, opening her own front door. The house was not yet warm, but there was some respite from the cold wind. There was a certain comfort in th...
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Terminally Grumpy | Blogging My Way To An Aneurysm | Page 2
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Blogging My Way To An Aneurysm. The Etiquette Of Dealing With Neighbours. In a frantic bid to avoid dealing with the looming spectre of Israel and the frankly horrendous atrocities recently committed, I ask the following: How does one deal with neighbours having alarmingly loud sex? Last night they were at it, and frankly it was putting me off my book. And that is no way to endear yourself to me. So I opened the window and yelled “Will you please keep it down, you noisy bastards! The Devil Wears Prada.
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November | 2010 | Terminally Grumpy
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Blogging My Way To An Aneurysm. Echoplex – Part One. It was January, and accordingly, it was raining. The woman stepped off the bus and into the damp Deptford street. Ankle-deep puddles glowed bright green with the distorted reflections of garish neon shop-signs. A soggy fried chicken box sailed cheerfully past, buoyed by a foamy stream of gutter water. She thought, opening her own front door. The house was not yet warm, but there was some respite from the cold wind. There was a certain comfort in th...