Category Archives: Independent Women

Cambridge in 60 Seconds: A city’s identity in jeopardy?

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Originally posted on Globe Drifting:
Dusk begins to settle and Cambridge punts relax their weary wooden bodies in the after glow of a setting sun as the cyclical familiarity of another day floating along the River Cam comes to a close. ‘Cambridge has seen many strange sights. It has seen Wordsworth drunk, it has seen Porson…

The latest beauty b*llsh*t

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So I’ve made an appointment to have my knee-caps shaved because they’re a bit too prominent and they’re ruining the aesthetic of my legs.  Honestly, what’s a girl to with these impractical, protruding bones? And thinking of impractical protruding bones, I think my ankles are not quite in the right place so in the summer, […]

The Independent says

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‘Human beings can smell sickness in others‘. I could have told them this.  It’s true, proved by the time my sister arrived at my place once, when I was ill and said, “your flat smells of death” and then gave me bananas and Lucozade. She wasn’t far off the mark, I had pneumonia.

Stats, Stats, wherefore art thou stats

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I’m addicted.  I can’t stop.  I keep hitting the refresh button.  I need to see at least ONE more view every second.  I love to see the little flags from all the countries that are reading me (that’s my favourite thing actually), quite interesting viewing these last few days……. and educational to!  I can identify […]

Life is all about balance

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and so to temper the sombre mood of the first post of today (and after the ‘dog chases chicken’ comedy aside), a little good news to brighten my day.  I’ve just secured my place to go to Cambridge in September to do an intensive course!  (OK, it’s only a week long, but it’s CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY!) […]

and then….

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you wouldn’t believe it, but this crazed dog, chasing a chicken (a CHICKEN, weird I know, where the hell did a chicken come from in the middle of Barcelona), crashed through the middle of the dance, knocking over several people in the middle of a passionate tango and one woman fell backwards into some drapes […]

OK, all joking aside

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First serious post.  Feels weird. It’s never a nice thing to see someone you care about so sad and so repentant and unable to fix the pain in their heart.  I know I know, it was great getting gifts and joking about when the boredom would set in, yada yada yada.  And this was all, […]