Skippy est mort dans mon ventre

Now, the last thing I want to do is sound old fashioned, but I don’t think that anyone who was with me understands the gravity of what I’ve done.  Some background first…
The food at college is pretty bloody amazing.  In fact it’s like eating at a restaurant every day for about 3 Euros a head [...]

C’est chiant, quoi?

I’m not speaking nearly enough French, I really need to be disciplined.  All the erasmus students hang out in their respective hoards using English for any diplomatic purposes.  I’ve had to take drastic action, and joined a choir, and the ENST forum, AND I’m going to get a language exchange buddy.  Meanwhile I’m spending hours [...]

Tu viens d’ou?

Fantastic night… open bar!   I was drunk to the point where I put my plastic cup between my teeth in order to dance more effectively, and consequently spilt beer in my eyes when I tilted my head back.  I had to pretend like I meant to do it.
I am now covered in beer.
Did I mention [...]

The other side of the Eiffel Tower

Well, I’m here, and it’s great, but I have the worst cold ever. Not in the best state to meet exciting foreign exchange students. In fact I went to bed at seven last night to try and recover.
I’m sharing a enormous room, which has a seperate private kitchen and bathroom, and a walk [...]

On the Horizon

Oxford’s days are drawing shorter, and Paris is slowly rising east across the channel. In seven days I’m jumping on the Eurostar with a suitcase into which I’m expected to pack 9 months of life. I really should stop whining though, I’m on the train with a friend who’s doing the exact same thing, [...]