Life in the Armpit of England
It has been so long since my last episode (‘How I Became a Post-graduate Alcoholic’) but at the same time so little has happened. That’s what you get for living in a campus the size of… well, a Polo field (don’t ask…. I have NO idea how small or large a polo field is. But too small for 600 students and associated staff anyway). Indeed, I have stuck it out in Silsoe, near Luton, the armpit of England, and I have been spat out the other side alive and well and a Master of Water Management. All that was required of me over the course of the last few months however was a thesis. Talk about a trial and a tribulation all rolled into one… it took me some very long weeks of research and many more of writing to finally get it to some semblance of an academic paper worthy of a pass (or even worthy of merely wiping my rear end with). In fact, I was in DC to do the research and most of the writing. It won’t take much time for you to put two and two together; I chose to do my work there because Jil...