28 April 2019
Ten Instagram-worthy sights in Cambridge and Chelmsford
Gourmet ice-cream parlours, coffee-brewing record shops and mathematical bridges (yes, they're a thing): ten Insta-friendly spots in Cambridge and Chelmsford. Read more…
20 February 2015
Calamity of all calamities, oh the horror, oh woe. I caught a cold, and on a Friday too – perhaps the worst day of lectures. I think internally moaning to myself about how much I didn’t want to be sat in that last late lecture may be the only thing that got me through it. Thankfully there wasn’t much maths involved, that’s a brave new world at the best of times, never mind when you’re seriously considering trepanning as a solution to your headache. I slithered off home to hibernate with a bowl of porridge and a DVD, cursing the winter chill.The next day, all hell broke loose, or should I say, all the mucus-producing goblet cells in my respiratory system broke loose. I was too hot with cardy on, frozen with cardy off, too hot in my incubator of a room, frozen in the kitchen where we keep the windows open at all times, and the less said about trying to revise for exams the better. I like to cook nice things on the weekends as I usually can’t be bothered during the week, but what was the point when you couldn’t taste it? I wept. Not literally, metaphorically, for the uncooked food possibilities you see. Anyway, I Skyped my family, and finding little pity there (it’s already much colder where they are), I took to whinging on Facebook. By the next morning I was seriously running out of hankies and felt like painting a big red cross on my bedroom door – abandon hope all ye who enter here – but it was most likely one of my flatmates that infected me and it’s already doing the rounds there anyway so there wouldn’t have been much point.