The Stork, The Guinea Pig & The Elephant

I went down to Durham on Monday. Hectic day really, but fun nevertheless. Got up at 6am, and was out the door by 6'40. Stopped at the garage for petrol by 6'50, and was on the road (A1, if you want to know how to get down to Durham from Edinburgh) by 7am… My Locker

I'm starting a new venture, a new blog, but that doesn't mean that this one will end. I am starting a new one since I will be using it as a platform to write down ideas, analysis, suggestions etc for the PhD I have recently started, while I will keep this one for… A New Blog-Birth

My father is a science man. He always has been. It doesn't mean he doesn't have other hobbies in life, or that that is all he does, 24/7 (come on, he also sleeps, but I do wonder if he dreams of equations, atoms and physic formulas), but it does mean that a big… A Book

So I did it. I cut my hair. Not super buzz-cut like I wanted (read here all about my buzz-cutting thoughts), but pretty short... Actually, it's just a bit longer than buzz-cut, without being bold... In fact, it's the kind of haircut my mother would despair at (hello mother), since she doesn't like… The Hair Fell To The Floor...

There is a woman that works at Durham's big Tesco who thinks I'm 18. She also thinks I'm super cute, slightly 'special' and adorable. She also has a lovely teenager who knows how to cook and if I married her, I would have my life sorted. That is one paragraph I never thought… I'm 18 Again