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My command of the language is positively feral.

One of my strangest (and most vivid) memories in Cardiff must be a friend yelling at me to FLY LIKE AN AEROPLANE. In public. Behind the law ...

this is me, trying desperately to make up for my insufficiencies.

Is it bad that the first thought in my head was, 'how many French guys did you fuck?'

Reading through my old blogposts Brings me back to the old, carefree abandon of Year 2 =) (and I don't suck as badly as I thought I ...

Sorry for that odd article I've posted up without explanation. Basically, I've been writing a column for this webzine, but I seem to...