Just before I left the house for the evening last Tuesday, my housemate drew my attention to the smell of gas in the kitchen. We sort of hemmed and hawed for a bit, not knowing exactly who you’re supposed to call when you suspect a gas leak. And really? A gas leak? I mean, how … Continue reading
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The Soup Gnomes of Despair
The weekend started off well. A friend invited me to a barbecue at his workplace in a lovely square in central London–one of the locked ones you can’t normally get inside. Not only was there free food (see previous post on graduate students’ attachment to free wine) but I always like to explore a secret … Continue reading