I write this blog entry whilst happily high on codeine. (WAHOO! Codeine is great.) At the moment, outside of class, whilst sitting at Cafe Du Depart in the s...

It's Sunday. The weather is blissful. And my flat is empty. Due to a three hour cleaning session I am now removed of almost any bacteria I once owned. A girl...

Post-Traumatic Gaulier Disorder After spending three weeks in London over the Easter break I have concluded that coming to Gaulier is the same as being indoc...

My three flatmates have all gone out which means I can be sassy and naked at the computer. Coffee in one hand and a baguette in the other. A nude, sober, fem...

It is half midnight. My flat is silent and there are over eight pairs of mens' underpants drying on various chairs in the living room. I don't know why, as t...

Hello again! I didn't intend to take such a long time to write this blog, but a huge case of Writer's Block and January melcancholia came over me this term. ...

You would find it hard to believe that christmas has ended here in Paris, because the french have a very ‘laissez-faire’ attitude to Christmas decorations. T...

First thing is first, I have concussion. It means I now speak in a similar way to how Tigga would have if he had taken a huge dose of morphine whilst living ...

It's Wednesday afternoon. Ryan has departed to Abs Club with the final words "Your fashion sense reminds me of Topman circa 2007". I don't know what this me...