Conversations you should never have with the man who marks your exams:
"Okay, next week I'd like you to all write a gobbet again... oh, Colleen loks disgruntled about that."
"It's Christms, you miserable sod." Pause. "I mean that in the nicest possible way, of course."
It is Christmas, though, so he can sod off. I have finished all my essays, Simon is here and all is well in the world. Except that gobbet. That I plan on ignoring.
That is all. I am off to watch The Golden Compass later and generally relax. Huzzah and hooray!
"Okay, next week I'd like you to all write a gobbet again... oh, Colleen loks disgruntled about that."
"It's Christms, you miserable sod." Pause. "I mean that in the nicest possible way, of course."
It is Christmas, though, so he can sod off. I have finished all my essays, Simon is here and all is well in the world. Except that gobbet. That I plan on ignoring.
That is all. I am off to watch The Golden Compass later and generally relax. Huzzah and hooray!