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 sun the conversation between most students as we edge towards the end of the first year is "What now?" "What...

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's best friend in a house full of men? Bleach. Due to what I've done to our bathroom in the last hour I can conc...

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 indoctrinated into a cult. Once a Gaulier student, always a Gaulier Student. No matter how much cinema, theatre, musi...

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, feminist Anais Ninn-in-practise. It’s that time of the evening when the house doesn’t reek of vegetables. My flatma...

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 there is a drying rack less than one metre away for them to be on.

There is also a lone mouldy grapef...

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.

The balance of January blues, cold weather, the enclosed nature of Etampes, (to give you an idea o...

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. They can’t really be bothered to take them down. Despite it being the 24th of January there is still a Polar Bear...

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 in the one-hundred-acre-forest.

This has led to me being even worse at French than normal.  I attempt...

Hello wonderfuls!

Be warned, this is a long one!
 

So much has happened in the last week that I have decided to split this week's blog into TWO PARTS! Lucky you! The first part being entirely dedicated to the course and the second part dedicated to subjects such as fas...

It's Wednesday the 25th of November.

And it's cold.

Bloody cold.

The Christmas season is almost upon us in Etampes! In other words: Christmas lights have been hung rather morosely, not yet lit, over the town and there is now a terrifying life size electronic polar bear...

Intro

It's Monday morning on the 16th November. My room is currently being hounded by a very peristant and irritating wasp*. 

The plan was to publish this article on Saturday, however, it's hard to attempt editing an amusing travel blog when one is still reflecting and...

Apologies that this blog is late, Someone accidentally forgot to click 'publish post'.

Anyways, this entry is one week behind. Keep your eyes peeled for blog entry #5 which will be up in the next few days...

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Wednesday 4th November

It's 8am and I am up ear...

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 means, but it's made me really crave listening to The Klaxons. This is also a rare sentence from Ryan as usually w...

It's Friday morning and our flat is in a state of crisis.

Tom is ironing, Ryan is straightening*, Greg is upstairs practising to smoulder in front of his girlfriend, and half an hour ago we had a trouserless Lithuanian in our kitchen with just his pants on trying on s...

Welcome to my first entry on this blog in AGES! 

At the time of writing this, there are six men, all of different nationalities and different languages, seated in my house kitchen. They are all fighting over a baguette and the remainders of the butter and the honey. On...