



I have decided that the end of my thesis means goodnight to my grotty teenager wardrobe. Who wants to come to my thesis submission party and burn tracksuits, and 1991 conference and heavy metal band t-shirts with me?
Observations, obsessions and obscenities from a PhD student at Oxford University
3 comments:
I have thought about this for a long time! I had a nice grey tracky top that I have since come to despise after wearing it for about a month straight.
I will come to your bonfire if you come to mine :)
Deal!
And then I think we should have a varnishing session together. That sounded scrumptious.
I've been living in my red Sorbonne hoodie for longer than I care to reveal. Partially because I'm cat-sitting and it's become the designated cat jumper, but it's mostly because I'm both cold and lazy - and like to appear an intellectual (if cat hairy) snob on my walks to the pool.
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