Sitting bleary eyed, in front of my computer watching the console tick over inbetween episodes of Ugly Betty, which I’m only watching out of loyalty to ‘Le diable s’habille en Prada’ (less shameful in French, insofaras not everyone who visits this blog will understand it). Such is writing up period, as I’m sure many of you will testify to.
It’s funny how quickly a group can break apart if there’s no reason to stay together. Despite everyone being visibly depressed about the conclusion of English Theatre, we barely acknowledge one another in the corridors. There are awkward silences in the elevators, like seeing an old one night stand where you embarassed yourself by shouting something inappropriate. Maybe we just remind eachother of something which we know we will never have again, and would rather not rub salt in the wound.
H is a 25 y/o New Zealand born ex-pat, pursuing a PhD in Artificial Intelligence at Imperial College in London
1 Comment
June 12, 2007 at 3:04 pm
I have a sneaking suspicion that I stole the one night stand metaphor from somewhere :-S