Stop, science time
Yes boys and girls, MC Science, a.k.a Ma Rudder is in town, so it's science week––except it's three weeks––and let me tell you, it's been said, and I can verify, science is everywhere. We're talking orreries, astrolabes, theodolites, miniatures, models and moulds, faience, glass and porcelain; the temperature at which things burst, the method by which things are made, the squabbles surrounding patents, and all the ethical issues in between.
But who's complaining? Moi? Mais non, for while Ma Rudder's in town, dining is strictly a matter of desserts, which makes all the talk of the industrial revolution more doable.
From the sports desk, JC reports West Ham is in an unsustainable equal third position in the Premier League, and when he tells me why, for a minute I think we're fielding this 40-something, mid-90s Croat national that he's so excited about, but he corrects me––Bilic is the now manager––that person in Aus, we less pretentiously call/once called the 'coach'. JC, a one time Norwich resident, regaled us with stories of beautiful cliff walks and beaches in county Norfolk, so Mum and I hired a teeny tiny Fiat and set off from Cambridge (more science) for the faded grandeur of coastal villages and cathedrals.
Back in London and with induction events at Central Saint Martins this week, I've finally done away with my Australian number (I've been warned it will be reassigned so make sure you delete it) for a +44. But today's extra exciting news is that UAL has awarded me a small grant, a not untidy sum given the aforementioned dive in the dollar (did it rally behind Malcolm at all?), so don't mind my poking fun in my application: 'I plan to use my 20 hours' 'right-to-work' to save for the second year while undertaking the first. I fear this means more corporate copywriting - alas, what's a girl to do! I'll have my studies to stimulate the grey-matter, so one more year of less-than-inspiring work won't kill me. My situation would be helped if the Aussie dollar hadn't gone from buying 60p (when I hatched this hair-brained idea) to 42p (today). If only our government had been a little more creative during 'the boom' my bank balance might look a bit better. Having said this, I'm aware my 'hardship' may pale in comparison to another's, so I trust your discretion and judgement in accepting or overlooking my application.'
Judged equally on one's financial situation as well as academic merit, it was a little cheeky. But honest! Anyway, you can give me a bollocking any time on the new +44, which is still on iOS for all you apple fans out there.
The English seaside. They have sun too.