2005 : L.E. (Life after English)
Its actually harder than I first thought adapting to life after English, I have to admit. Suddenly the world seems so explicit now. Nothing will be in 'context' from now on. My definition of context that where there's a mountain of snotty tissues, there's me, after sitting an exam. How blunt, I know.
See, now I'm seeing a world being governed by freaks! Happy am I to stand at a train station writing this as the woman silently nattering away to herself under the train time stand, which itself is not running due to a technical fault. I can actually see her agreeing to whatever she's saying as she walks around. Its borderline hilarious on the tip of being worrying.
Worrying as the noble gentleman offering a lost Australian (who I assume to be a tourist or a frustrated cover teacher) eyeing up the pretty blonde as she leaves the station. WHAT A PLAYER!
But this is all I can fit into a mobile email, so I'll end it here. Let this late train take me back home...
B'bye.
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