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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


We had a half day today, which still meant getting up at 7am to beat the shower fairies, but also meant that, when 1.30pm came, I no longer had to think about counterfactual thinking or the causal order effect and how robust it will be when complicated by irrational thinking. And that, you'll all have experienced at one time or another in your lives, is a great relief.

Since I am staying in Sussex Uni, and since that's technically in Brighton, I thought it would be rude not to head towards the sea and throw some stones at it. So that's what I did.

The weather, you'll note, was less than a perfect July day, but it was still tremendous to be off campus, walking about on my own, and staring out into the sea again. I've said it before, and I might say it again one day soon, but I do love (as does everyone else, I know) being by the sea. And the fresh air! The fresh air is just amazing. I'm such a Londoner now, I feel that if you can't actually physically chew the air around you, it's the best thing ever.

When I had been contemplating this half day in the weeks leading up to the summer school, I had planned to go on some great shopping spree, rampaging through The Lanes and ransacking every shop in sight, but as it turned out I was kind of too exhausted to try on clothes, and I kept being distracted by shiny pretty tiny things. So instead I bought some ridiculous large Rachel Zoe type sun glasses and swanned about, picking things up and putting them back down again. I spent a fortune in a comic book graphic novel shop and made embarrassing enquiries about back issues that I hadn't previously dared to. I'm pretty pleased with my purchases, it has to be said, and since I packed most of my belongings on the way here, I didn't really have room for anything more bulky. So, Buffy Season 8 on the train on the way home then. How fantastic.

I love Brighton. Have I said? Although these horses struck me as looking terrifying and evil, as if they've got some plot to take over the world. I think I've been watching too much Dr Who.


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