September 2016
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Look, a GoPro on a Sparrow
I keep seeing that my grammar school blog is being shared and discussed on complete strangers’ Facebook pages. I also cleared out a large part of my room this weekend and got rid of about thirty magazines that I was hoarding for absolutely no reason* so right now I’m feeling PRETTY EFFING SMUG. I don’t Continue reading
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Heart Palpitations on One, Two-
It’s been another week, Francesca. Where have you been, Francesca. On a first aid course, that’s where. Now I know what angina is, and why the recovery position is important (do not let your drunk friends fall asleep on their back or front if they haven’t puked yet). I’ve also been writing, which is more Continue reading
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There’s Snot in My Hair, and You Really Needed to Know That.
My body’s 21st birthday present to itself was to catch a cold, so I’m interspersing work with those violent sneezes where you projectile snot over your hair/clothes/arm/phone. I watched that Doctor Who Gave Up Drugs programme yesterday, which was also the first time I’ve taken more than one paracetamol at a time for months, so I’m Continue reading
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A Take on the Grammar School Debate, by Someone Who Actually Went to One
The new school year is upon the nation’s sproglets and there’s a new-ish argument in Parliament and the media about grammar schools. Am I glad to be back home. I want to add my two cents to the great grammar school debate, because I actually attended one – after 1974, which as far as I can tell is when Continue reading
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