Freshers week 2007. I was 21, convinced I was ancient, and wearing what passed for a gothic version of school disco fancy dress. That ill-fated stint of education ended prematurely after a mere three month whirlwind of terrible outfits, fire alarms at 4am, and the joys of writing shorthand to Katie Melua songs. I was …
That’s right! At the age of 29 I’m going to be a not-so-mature student (come on, I wear flamingo print trainers and have a tattoo of Hello Kitty as Edward Scissorhands.) I’ve got an unconditional place to study Broadcast Journalism at Nottingham Trent Uni from September and it is safe to say that I.Am. Very. …
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Well this is all very exciting isn’t it. Although technically I suppose it’s not cool to say that you’re excited, but come on, look at me. If you’re here expecting the epitomé of cool, I’m afraid you’ll most likely be left somewhat bemused by a vaguely goth late-20 something …
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