I don't know about you, but to say I overindulged over Summer is a rather large understatement. End of term celebrations were enjoyed in earnest (prompting concerned nearest and dearest to question how I'd got to the age of 23 without knowing my limits), and a few well-placed August holidays were enough to throw me well and truly off the health wagon.
Enrolling onto a grad scheme that claims to offer you responsibility from day one and has at least 5 hoops to jump through before being offered a position is the next logical step for any self-respecting millennial grad.
Remember when you were seven and a great Saturday night involved choosing from your mate's Disney collection (which always seemed superior to yours) and eating a load of Haribo? Remember enjoying the same thing when you were 8? And 12? And 16? And 23?
Love Island has taken the nation by storm this year: the bikinis are skimpier, the gals are posher and the ‘chat’ has never been better.
Speaking of chat, have you ever noticed that the islanders don’t quite seem to be speaking English? Rather than treat themselves to the full expressive scope of the English language, the contestants have restricted themselves to a few key phrases designed to work in any scenario.
This week followed much the same pattern as usual in that the Guardian was enraged. However, rather less usually, today I feel moved to voice my agreement.
In case you didn’t know, I’m a massive Lord of the Rings fan. There are few situations in which a Lord of the Rings quotation isn’t (in my opinion) an appropriate response to someone (I mean with three films and a range of comedic and serious characters, you’re spoiled for choice).
As a wise philosopher* once said: ‘Ask for money, and get advice. Ask for advice, and get money twice.’
Buy bar of galaxy for my housemate. Eat most of it myself. I'm a bad person.
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