One year today…

One year ago today I left my home and went to university, its been an interesting year... I wonder if I've changed much in that year, physically I think I look almost exactly the same, although I have grown a whole half an inch! Only like four more inches and I'll be 6ft tall, there's... Continue Reading →

Well what now…

So there we sat, on the bench. Missing our most valuable possessions. We decided to wait for a while so that our muggers would be a good distance away before we began collecting our stuff. We also changed from shorts to jeans, I am not exactly sure why. It was very hot, maybe we just... Continue Reading →

Knife to my throat.

So I got mugged. At the end of a great month in Europe I had a knife held to my throat and my possessions stolen. Once this is written maybe I will get onto the fun stuff that happened in my first real travelling experience. My friend and I had just got back from Venice... Continue Reading →

Busy in Bremen.

I have had a mad couple of weeks of waking up at 6:30am and getting home at 7pm utterly exhausted, and now I am in Bremen and still super busy. First day I arrived in Germany and met up with an old friend from highschool, the whole time running on one hours sleep from the... Continue Reading →

Death by Alcohol

I finished a two week long exhausting work project and so decided to celebrate. As did many other people, unfortunately for me my night ended with my flatmates crying because they thought I was going to die, and me needing a paramedic as a vomited up my insides. While the paramedic flicked through my cookbooks.... Continue Reading →

Pizza time.

Just after finishing exams to celebrate a few of us got Pizza, things began to spiral out of control and before I knew it pizza constituted five out of my six next meals. Thankfully corn flakes broke the schedule. I guess this is just student life, the only food I had left was pizza so pizza... Continue Reading →

Wasp Shower

Still reeling from my breakup I convinced seven of my friends to go for cocktails with me. During the events, I drank quite a lot as a result of the game we were playing requiring me to down two cocktails I had just bought. As expected I was quite drunk, it was a lot of fun however.... Continue Reading →

My Dad.

My Dad is a pretty good Dad, my flatmates all say how cute he is because they often hear him on the phone blowing me kisses and saying he loves me. My Dad also believes that Hovis and other such household products support Isis, but not everyone is perfect. My Dad can tell the same... Continue Reading →

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