Already mentioned how much I bloody love peep show?

Johnson, marry me!

PS: God bless British comedy, now and always.

1. Revise for your exams

2. Write the interim report for your home university

3. Pack your suitcase

4. Write a decent post on your blog

5. Clean the house before you leave the country

…and I could go on forever.

1. Revise for your exams

2. Write the interim report for your home university

3. Pack your suitcase

4. Write a decent post on your blog

5. Clean the house before you leave the country


…and I could go on forever.

Me drinking Lambrini.

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One of my friends on Facebook posted this Cartier film, a journey between dream and reality which I found absolutely lovely! It was nice to watch such prettiness after a hard day of walking back and forth to get the last few things for the mother’s arrival and welcome her at the local coach station. Now we’re all nice and set, had fish and chips, watched Blackadder and cuddled the cat ad nauseam. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I will enjoy all the adorable presents I got from mama Falanga.

Today I accomplished my duties as a good daughter and cleaned the entire house -with the aid of the ever-so-fabulous boyfriend that is- for my mum’s arrival tomorrow evening. I must add at this point that we so freaked out the cat whilst hoovering, and felt I should get him a little treat from the shop as to help him recover from such a trauma. Also, I will prevent myself from watching the first episode of the second season of Game of Thrones because the mother wishes to watch it with me upon her arrival to an unusually warm and sunny United Kingdom. Tomorrow, I will take the dust off my reflex, as I will be taking a Russian inspired photoshoot of my - guess what - Russian friend. As I ran out of things to say, I invite you all to contemplate the beautiful silhouette of my black kitty being the neighbourhood gossiper by my window!

Today I accomplished my duties as a good daughter and cleaned the entire house -with the aid of the ever-so-fabulous boyfriend that is- for my mum’s arrival tomorrow evening. I must add at this point that we so freaked out the cat whilst hoovering, and felt I should get him a little treat from the shop as to help him recover from such a trauma. Also, I will prevent myself from watching the first episode of the second season of Game of Thrones because the mother wishes to watch it with me upon her arrival to an unusually warm and sunny United Kingdom. Tomorrow, I will take the dust off my reflex, as I will be taking a Russian inspired photoshoot of my - guess what - Russian friend. As I ran out of things to say, I invite you all to contemplate the beautiful silhouette of my black kitty being the neighbourhood gossiper by my window!

Makes me giggle every time I watch it.

Very true. By the way, this morning I received the entire ‘A song of ice and fire’ saga: goodbye social life.

Very true. By the way, this morning I received the entire ‘A song of ice and fire’ saga: goodbye social life.

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Good night/morning everyone! Today, 15 of March, is the International Blackadder status day: all the Blackadder fans out there are therefore invited to ‘share the love' for this masterpiece of the small screen.

Choosing one out of the many superb quotes from the series was quite a hard choice, but I finally came up with this one: “I want to be remembered when I’m dead. I want books written about me. I want songs sung about me. And then hundreds of years from now I want episodes of my life to be played out weekly at half past nine by some great heroic actor of the age”.

So, what are you waiting for? Don’t look like a bird who’s swallowed a plate, share the love!

PS: I just finished putting together my fifth lecture and somehow managed to create 60 slides and 6 pages of exercises, my students will not be happy.

For us, the Great War is finito, a war which would be a damn sight simpler if we just stayed in England and shot fifty thousand of our men a week. 

For us, the Great War is finito, a war which would be a damn sight simpler if we just stayed in England and shot fifty thousand of our men a week. 

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I would tell him: “I am glad that you finally acknowledged that I am far superior to you to the point of humiliating yourself by asking me for help. I will consider your offer and let you know if I’ll help solving your trivial cases once I finish my crossword”.

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