Exams approach.

As the title hints, the grim spectre of exams loom ominously on the horizon. By the time my two final essays are handed in on the twelfth, there'll be at most two or three weeks before I sit my first lot of University exams. As such, revision mode'll be engaged and I'll revert to the scholastic hermit persona for a while, to ensure I'm adequately prepared.

Paris (again)

I don't think I'm ever going to get bored with it. The more I travel there the more the city begs me not to leave it. You know when you go somewhere and feel 'at home', well that's it right there. Somewhat related, I realised yesterday on the train back that I know more about the nightlife in other countries than I do here. Though to be fair, I learned many a year ago that the nightlife in Peterborough is inexcusably crap.