I read Great Expectations. It wasn’t all I hoped for.
I’m just kidding. I haven’t read it.
On a recent trip home to Canada, whilst describing to my sister the progress of my work, she suddenly looked down at her yoghurt and said, “Hey, does milk taste different in England?” Two other people asked me this during the course of the visit. From this, I inferred that, for roughly 6% of Canadians, the quality of dairy products is an essential piece of information in the evaluation of a foreign country. True story.
Peanut butter may be nature’s most perfect food, next to cherry pie filling. Autumn is my favourite season. I know how to make a pie from scratch. It is very unlikely that I will ever truly understand why I find bridges so appealing, but I do. Though I’ve been in Cambridge for almost two years, I have only been punting on one occasion. I fell in the river. Twice. My flatmate tells me I am very good at structured awkwardness. When I can't sleep, I recite all the Best Picture Oscar winners in chronological order. During my early 20’s, I worked at a spectacularly crap retail job where I listed William Shatner as the beneficiary of my company medical insurance on the grounds that he was my close personal friend. This was not true. Not strictly.