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February

AWAKE PEOPLE, ASSEMBLE.

Oh my Lord. Two hours until the longest thing I’ve ever done begins.

Holy moly.

CLICK HERE AT 11PM TO JOIN US LIVE FROM THE COMFORT FROM YOUR OWN HOME (you lucky thing).

We’re all a little bit terrified, but that’s good, right? Right.

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February

Beddy Byes.

The fact that I’m nursing a splitting headache tonight bodes terribly for tomorrow.

My body is going to hate me so much by the time this whole shebang is through.

BUT CHARITY COMES FIRST AT THE MOMENT.

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February

Charideeeee.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

It’s Tuesday already, meaning it’s two more sleeps until no sleep for ages.

To say I’m genuinely panicking is an understatement, especially now I’ve realised how close a shed load of Uni deadlines are.

REALLY SOON.

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February

Wakey Wakey.

It’s finally dawned on me just how challenging this coming week is going to be.

Not only do we have a load of things to do for the Students Union Elections on Tone, I’m staying up for FIFTY THREE HOURS between Thursday and Saturday.

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February

Seek and Ye Shall Find…

…your train tickets underneath your chair in the living room.

Hallelujah, etc.

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February

Hide And Seek.

Somehow my train ticket to London next week has gone walkabouts inside my house.

I’ve no idea how, but it’s definitely here somewhere. It has not left these four walls.

If you were a VERY IMPORTANT envelope, where would you hide?

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February

Four Film Friday.

Some said I would not be able to do it.

Some said it was damn near impossible.

But by the time midnight hits, I will have watched four films.

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February

Great Balls Of Fire.

We’ve all seen a comedy show where somebody’s gone bowling and managed to throw the ball behind them. I have, and didn’t think such a thing was actually possible.

IT IS THOUGH.

BECAUSE I MANAGED TO DO IT THIS AFTERNOON.

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February

Listen Again.

Ah, Radio 4 are pulling it out of the bag again.

And as I’m leaving tonight’s blog until late tonight, I’ll direct you to the work of people who are much more talented than me.

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February

Two Soups, Julie Walters.

It’s impossible to go into a shop and buy a carton of cranberry juice (and only that) without the cashier thinking you’ve got cystitis.

It took all my willpower to not look him in the eye and say “It’s not for a UTI, by the way. I just like cranberry juice. DON’T JUDGE ME.”