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It's definitely THAT time of year. The bells are ringing (the random Santas on street corners who stand there with buckets are the main proponents of these), the children are singing (actually, crying their eyes out in shops is probably more accurate) and everyone else is spending far more than they ought to, anywhere they can! Everyone with a screen name on MSN has changed it to something "comically festive" (guilty), and the everyone starts paying each other a lot more attention at work, just in case you end up as their secret santa. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, THE AMERICAN WAY! Actually it bears a striking resemblance to a British Christmas, except that, believe it or not, decorations go up later than in the UK. I think it has something to do with Thanksgiving - they seem to ... read more

By my second "i'm-going-to-see-everything-this-darn-town-has-to-offer-just-you-try-and-stop-me" day, I'd managed to figure out the ferries and the piers and the times and the locations of the whole thing. So I gave the cruise another shot. With the Circle Line ferry leaving from its pier at 12:30, I had my arrival timed to perfection. The Law of the Sod, however, decrees that when a good idea has been had by one person, millions of others will also have been blessed with said good idea, and so all shall descend upon this same little pier at the same little time in order to bombard the humble 'sailors' with their presence. You're sensing my joy right now, I can tell... So the queue was huge, and after I'd stood in one line to buy my ticket, I then stood in a larger ... read more

After a bout of freezing-get-your-coats-out-folks-we're-snowed-in-til-March weather, it's suddenly turned really warm again. I can wander freely around the city wearing a jumper and still be warm (note: yes, this is in addition to other clothes. No silly comments please!). This was of course remarkably handy when it was decided that Saturday was going to be a night out on the town, venturing out to 40-40, the favourite haunt of my flatmate Lydia. I'd heard rumours of ghetto-like suuroundings and that I would be the whitest person there, but after having survived the Kings Pharmacy Ball earlier on this year, I thought I'd give it my best shot (after all, I did learn how to dance to bhangra). That didn't really happed though. The plan was that Kate, Jenny, myself, Kate's friend Cecily from school (she was ... read more

In a display of astounding solidarity, the like of which hasn't been seen since Opal Fruits became Starburst, the inhabitants of George Washington Flat 903 were able to pool human resources and score 2 'excellents' and 7 'goods' in our flat inspection this month. While the rest of our flat had been deemed 'good', the bathroom floors in both the male and female toilettes were considered 'excellent' - a mildly sparkling example for the rest of the world to take note. A note at the bottom of our inspection sheet declared that the apartment "is looking great". This is, to be fair, a relatively new state for our flat. As I mentioned in a previous blog, the girls' triple room has not been in the tidiest of conditions. Even my bed area, I'm ashamed to say, ... read more