What is it about men wielding sticks stroking balls across soft green felt? If there’s not something very Freudian in that then Fanny’s my Aunt. I’m watching snooker because it is just so mind numb numb dull dull. And that’s what I need, my mind needs to go numb.
I’ve given birth to my dissertation. It was a prolonged labour, and quite gory in the end, it weighed in slightly above average, and was quite nicely wrapped in swaddling binding.
It was either hand it in or burn it.
So I handed it in, and simultaneously a huge boulder that had been sitting on my head dissolved into fairy dust.