tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75746866154630041972012-02-16T23:33:37.740ZShmead no1noreply@blogger.comBlogger1201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-62105638373289380652011-02-26T20:00:00.004Z2011-02-26T20:24:04.714Z

On Thursday I went to a sleepout to raise awareness about destitute asylum seekers. Unfortunately I decided to leave before too long. It wasn't because I'm not brave enough to face sleeping on the streets on a bitterly cold winter's night. (I'm not, but it wasn't that cold.) It was because the event was poorly organised. Now, there's a difference between an event being disorganised and poorly

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As I mentioned in a previous post, I've started volunteering for the Red Cross. As a part of this, I've had to do several sessions of training. As of this week, I've finished. Hooray!I must admit, some of the training sessions were more interesting than others. Unfortunately, there was also a bit of a problem with one or two other people on the course. In particular, there was one who achieved to

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-73800588809023007652011-02-06T20:53:00.007Z2011-02-06T21:29:37.871Z

Today is my birthday! And, because it was my birthday, I've had a very exciting weekend. Of course, all my weekends are exciting.My exciting lifeI've actually had quite a nice day. Relaxing and quiet. I've also eaten lots of birthday related food. A balanced diet...My lovely flatmates bought me a cake and some chocolate, so I blame them for my unhealthy diet today. But actually, I've had quite a

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-47679834096694289922011-01-21T20:32:00.004Z2011-01-21T21:04:37.958Z

Usually I'm a very happy person. That's mainly because I'm blissfully oblivious to the world around me.That was one crazy afternoon.But I must confess that today I was in a bit of a grump. There wasn't any reason why I was in such a bad mood. But that just makes it worse, because I get annoyed with myself for being grumpy for no reason, and it becomes a vicious cycle of murderous rage.So before

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-63271498662279874242011-01-18T16:49:00.003Z2011-01-18T17:36:01.592Z

At Christian Union yesterday, we did an activity where you answered a questionnaire using a set of pictures instead of using words. So you'd have a question like, How do you feel about your life at the moment? and a set of generic pictures like: It was surprisingly interesting and thought-provoking. It's the sort of thing that counsellors ask clients to do to think about their lives. My brother

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-29388836174043120612011-01-15T21:19:00.009Z2011-01-15T22:08:32.901Z

I went on a first aid course this week. I will confess that I was somewhat nervous. There were three reasons for this:#1 Responsibility scares meI find it difficult remembering my own name* and anything else which is remotely connected to real life. Once a friend asked me for my telephone number, which I duly gave her. But the number wasn't mine: it was another friend's. I'm sure my friends

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-40897927859195256992011-01-08T22:06:00.005Z2011-01-08T22:36:18.185Z

I hope you've had a great 2011 so far, and what a year it's predicted to be. So far I... have had no running water for three consecutive days.opened my new 'hi-techpoint' gel pens, to much excitement.Spent hours staring at Arabic vocabulary I'm meant to already know.had a fight with a teflon coated saucepan. Teflon is my number #2 mortal enemy after clingfilm. Me and clingfilm don't go together

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-61613302978765344822011-01-04T21:42:00.004Z2011-01-04T22:34:37.315Z

For Christmas, some of my relatives gave me money instead of a present, because I've told everyone I know how desperately poor I am and how I've only enough money to eat extra value pasta and free samples from the cheese counter (if you donate just £2 a week...). Some of them gave me the money in cheque form. Unfortunately, cheques require going to the bank. This is where my problems started.It

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-35634967746029071292010-12-31T18:12:00.004Z2010-12-31T19:30:03.886Z

I haven't blogged in a while because I've been at home, cut off by blizzards of snow, and a three day walk from an internet connection. Well, that's a lie, but there's been some snow, and my computer is in London, so I've had to use my brother's old laptop.So this is ChristmasHere's a quick lowdown* of what I've done during the Christmas holidays.1. My lovely girlfriend came for Christmas.2. My

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-763859501823555682010-12-10T21:53:00.002Z2010-12-10T22:01:34.408Z

I haven't posted anything much in a while, but I was just thinking of a conversation children often have with their parents or teachers. It has to be one of the most annoying things an adult can say to a child.Child: How do you spell catharsis?*Adult Authority Figure: Look it up in the dictionary.What is that all about? It's a) completely illogical, b) lazy and c) just an attempt by Adult

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-16719278798382645412010-12-05T05:34:00.007Z2010-12-05T12:38:28.869Z

I'm a Nazi. A grammar Nazi. When I see a missing apostrophe, a they're/their/there identity crisis or too many dots in an ellipsis (it has three, is that too hard people?), I have a minor heart attack. Unfortunately Facebook is the worst place for grammatical accuracy known to mankind. And also, unfortunately for me, I have the ability to write an obnoxious comment back.Alas, this unhealthy

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-69881065665719342802010-12-04T21:39:00.002Z2010-12-04T21:54:59.907Z

Today I've been trying to write an essay. It's about the 1948 Arab-Israeli War. It all started well. I went to the library and took out four giant books which seemed relevant to the topic. Three of them have 1948 in the title and two of them have the word 'war'. I thought that was a big hint. I took them home, nearly breaking my back in the process, and started to read them. This is where my

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-87033594314859455352010-12-03T19:29:00.004Z2010-12-03T19:53:25.209Z

Sometimes I get the impression that people think I'm crazy. It took me a while to work out why. But I eventually came up with four reasons why people might assume I've got a screw loose. So here they are.#1 I talk to myselfAnd sometimes sing to myself. In public. Which for some people is a sign of insanity. Sometimes I'm not alone, but that means I look like I'm singing at someone, which is worse

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-65580657174449894672010-12-02T21:23:00.004Z2010-12-02T21:33:36.020Z

British weather has a bad reputation. In fact, some people say that Britain has the worst weather in the world. There's a really good reason for this. And no, it's not the weather. It's the British. You see, the British love to moan.Whatever the weather, there's something wrong with it. Even if it's good weather, if it lasts for more than a day, then people start talking of drought and hosepipe

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-1880169790700390422010-11-30T21:31:00.003Z2010-11-30T22:05:24.006Z

It snowed today here in London. So as I was walking through the blizzard flurry few snowflakes I decided to provide myself with a wintry mental soundtrack, including:And:I was also aware of the number of friends I have on Facebook who work in schools due to statuses like this:Friend 1: Snow Day!Friend 2: School closed for the day! Woohoo!Friend 3: Day off work today, school closed. Anyone with a

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-64191836738482838682010-11-29T22:31:00.003Z2010-11-29T22:51:53.366Z

I just received a comment in my last post from an avid reader fan stalker friend who was evidently annoyed that I did not mention a particularly ingenious frape committed jointly by herself and my brother. Shmead no. 1 has just achieved a Bristol Stool Chart no. 4 with great satisfaction and barely had to wipe.If you are unaware of what the Bristol Stool Chart is, it is quite simply the best

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-27336297342079564432010-11-29T18:45:00.002Z2010-11-29T19:04:07.420Z

Super hi to all!So, this weekend I went to Manchester to visit my lovely girlfriend. It was a great weekend. I got to listen to said girlfriend perform in a concert, and got to look around a city I'd never visited before. It was nice. The only thing, it was freezing. I mean properly cold. Like this cold:Yeah, I know it's in German. Whenever I see Germans in military uniform in a film, I always

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-22254430644702143012010-11-25T00:26:00.006Z2010-11-25T00:53:47.673Z

My friend and I were talking yesterday about a colleague of hers who was constantly moany and negative.How I imagine her officeI told her, that to combat it, she should cancel it out with an annoying level of positivity.I thought about drawing a horse, but I didn't think that'd go too well.For every annoying negative comment, my friend would have to respond with an equally annoying positive

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-49741685651085692662010-11-24T23:40:00.003Z2010-11-24T23:52:46.487Z

I wish I knew what the symbols on my oven meant. I think I've just grilled a pizza for twenty minutes.Edit: After googling a description of the oven and eventually finding a PDF of the manual (I was planning to link to it here, but I then realised that no-one in their right mind would spend their free time reading the manual to an oven they don't own) and I did indeed grill my pizza. Although

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-43177787413967171282010-11-24T20:00:00.009Z2010-11-29T19:41:33.931Z

I tend to walk a lot. This is because a) I'm too poor to afford a car or public transport and b) I'm too scared to ride a bike in London. This set up generally serves me well, because I live in walking distance of university, several supermarkets, and most other things that will keep me happy and alive.However, I have noticed that whenever I am in a hurry, there is always someone in front of me

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-71958636500977259952010-11-24T17:55:00.007Z2010-11-24T20:49:20.654Z

I've just been looking at the statistics of my blog, which I find very perplexing. Apparently, my most viewed entry, with over 2,000 hits, was one about the film 'Che', followed by a bit of ranting about Barack Obama.If I was a media analyst, I wonder what I'd learn from this. If I wanted more hits, should I write about South American revolutionaries?Simón Bolívar was a South American

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-30181166934437792522010-11-23T09:38:00.006Z2010-11-23T15:21:23.303Z

I am really regretting being lazy and not making an effort to learn people's names. The time where it was socially acceptable to ask them their name is way past. And what's worse is that everyone seems to have learnt my name. So I now am left having conversations like:Nameless person: Hi, Stephen!Me: Oh ... hi, Mumblemumble! How are you?And I just have to hope they don't notice that I'm calling

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-68582318754836114562010-11-18T14:34:00.005Z2010-11-23T15:20:49.455Z

I've been ill. I won't give any details, but let's just put it like this: I can't be more than thirty seconds away from a bathroom. And because I've been ill, I've been wasting my time on the internet looking at completely random rubbish. This has included me browsing through Wikipedia's list of amusing vandalism. My favourite so far has to be the analysis of the Sesame Street masterpiece, C is

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-46573318595207946402010-11-09T12:14:00.005Z2010-11-23T15:21:55.103Z

I needed a new pair of glasses. I've needed one since around February. So I finally got round to booking myself in for an eyetest to buy a new pair of eyes. I always feel slightly nervous with eyetests. I know I'm there so they can test my eyes, but I always feel as if I'm being judged, and as if it's some sort of trick.Can you read out the letters you can see? By the way, this is called a

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-79370458694409969092010-11-07T11:40:00.007Z2010-11-23T15:22:17.306Z

I haven't updated again in a while. I am very sowwy. I wanted to insert a smilie here, just to show how sowwy I actually was, but blogger wouldn't let me. Don't you love smilies? They're so last decade. A great big smilie just for you. I made it myself. Can you tell?(I almost wrote 'their so last decade', a grammatical crime so awful I would have probably spontaneously vomited when I realised.

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-21429235332381726442010-10-20T19:08:00.006+01:002010-11-23T15:22:44.889Z

I love grammar, because I is a geek like that, innit. Today I discovered the existence of 'antagonyms', also known as 'contranyms' and 'autoantonyms'. An antagonym is a word which, when used in different contexts can mean more or less the opposite thing.For example: clip"I clipped some extensions into my hair to make it look more voluminous.""I went to the hairdressers who clipped an inch off of

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-77430703895973269672010-10-18T10:59:00.001+01:002010-10-18T10:59:20.073+01:00

So far, I've not written too much about my life in the present. That's mainly my attempt to hide how boringly average my life is. But, so you don't get deceived into believing that I'm some really interesting person who finds cures for diseases, or hunts down terrorists, or something else equally exciting, I shall tell you what my life is like and then you'll stop reading my blog and everything

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-64251501099709072652010-10-18T10:58:00.002+01:002010-10-18T10:59:00.439+01:00

If you like dark humour, then this is the blog for you. My First Dictionary takes the book we all know and love but twists it in a horribly sick fashion. And if you're horribly sick, like me, you'll find it hilarious. Here's an example of one of the words.

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-67688044128081279732010-10-18T10:58:00.001+01:002010-10-18T10:58:37.765+01:00

In operas, characters sing before they die.Count the bodies.In films, even the most inarticulate characters......suddenly have a life-shattering epiphany moments before their time is up. Whilst suffering from gunshot wounds, hypothermia, poisoning, etc., they make elegant speeches where they're able to tell their families how much they love them. Can you guess the film? I know that's not how I'm

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-79530101654591729182010-10-18T10:57:00.002+01:002010-10-18T10:58:14.591+01:00

We've all had it. We've listened to a catchy song, but once the song has stopped playing, it keeps on going in our heads. We have a song stuck in our heads. Luckily, unlike having physical objects stuck in our heads, this phenomenon is harmless, but is more likely to irritate women than men.What I want to know, which is the worst song for getting stuck in your head? My brother introduced me to

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-45788899707226724932010-10-18T10:57:00.001+01:002010-10-18T10:57:35.824+01:00

Isn't it wonderful that the Chilean miners, who have been trapped underground in dark, humid, hot conditions are finally being rescued? The bravery and good-naturedness of the miners has captured worldwide attention, and they have received gifts from around the world, including signed Barcelona shirts, money, and a holiday in Greece.I know that if I was trapped underground for more than five

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-86256484476724298422010-10-18T10:55:00.001+01:002010-10-18T10:57:13.134+01:00

Warning: If you do not like flying or vomiting, or have a fear of death and injury, then click here. You have been warned.I am a bad flyer. And I don't mean this...I mean that when I fly, I have an urge to talk about all the possible things that could go wrong on a plane. For example, some friends and I were flying to Spain. As our plane was taxi-ing on the runway, my friend turned to me and

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-89263184396254133352010-10-13T23:24:00.004+01:002010-10-18T12:47:51.753+01:00

Hi,I've been absent for a whole year. I'd love to say that I had a good reason for not updating but I don't. So here I am again. I'm sorry.So, I'm back in the blogosphere, but in order to hide the shame of not updating people for a year, I've started a new blog. So, with a warm welcome, may I introduce the wonderful, the amusing, the yet-to-be-filled-with-rambling-nonsense, Searching for Sapience

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-57006071284982675972009-10-17T08:51:00.002+01:002009-10-17T09:10:43.211+01:00

Here is a list of some of the things that make me smile...Old peopleAren't they just so adorable? The way that they strain to hear what you're saying, the way they make self-defacing comments at checkouts, and the way old people often take the stairs when everyone else takes the lift.Ducks which stand under a bridge when it rainsWhen I walk to and from work every day, I cross over the puente de

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-61760343593772802132009-10-07T09:43:00.003+01:002009-10-16T21:25:23.998+01:00

Hello, again, the few people who read this.I'm sorry for not updating, but my excuse is that I've had better things to do. Oh, wait, that's not really an excuse, is it? Well, to be honest, I have been settling in a new country, starting a new job, making new friends, learning Spanish and Arabic (yes, I've started Arabic lessons, because I decided Spanish was already hard enough, I'd throw in

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-23651278690038918822009-09-09T22:11:00.002+01:002009-09-09T23:12:50.953+01:00

Hola! So, since my last update, I've got a new job and moved to a new country. I'm now living in Murcia, Spain. And it's hot. Blimmin' hot... But it does mean unbroken sunshine for weeks on end, sitting by swimming pools, going to the beach, yada yada. So, since I've arrived, most of my free time has been doing nothing (except swimming, sunbathing, enjoying the sun...). Workwise, it's been

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-85697741025783231752009-08-23T20:29:00.002+01:002009-08-23T20:34:53.564+01:00

It seems that China is the theme for the last few days.Since being unemployed, I've been applying for teaching jobs across the world. Today, I received an offer for a school in China. I'm not sure whether I'm going to accept it or not, but I'll inform all my loyal (non-existent) readers as soon as I make a decision.My blog has also had a recent attack of spam from Chinese porn websites. If you

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-35194187848645877762009-08-20T09:50:00.003+01:002009-08-20T11:55:54.649+01:00

Ok, I haven't updated in 5 weeks... But that's because I've been ridiculously busy and the internet at Swanage wasn't particularly reliable. So, I've been a teacher for 6 weeks. Apart from the rather interesting arrival at Harrow House, the rest of my time there was really enjoyable. Ok, it's hard work teaching 6 hours a day and then going on excursions on Saturdays (well, I did every other

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-65952641123604251902009-07-11T21:13:00.003+01:002009-07-11T22:17:56.878+01:00

Ok, so again I've failed at updating my blog recently, so here's a few facts about what's happened in my life:I moved from Paris for good.But shortly after I went on holiday to Corsica, which was amazing, and where I nearly drowned. For a good lowdown of the holiday, head to my brother's blog.I got a first for my degree, so I now have a BA in French Studies. I also passed my online Tefl

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-18472401647825656262009-05-29T12:52:00.004+01:002009-05-29T14:41:56.136+01:00

Hi, I'm back in England now. I haven't been updating my blog over the last few days for the simple reason that my laptop was at the bottom of a suitcase. But now I'm reconnected to the internet, and, even more excitingly, using a wifi connection, so I can blog from anywhere within a decent radius of my house! Yay!So, my final days in Paris...It seems that closing my bank account on Friday (see my

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-55483644181208844252009-05-22T12:51:00.002+01:002009-05-22T12:58:26.707+01:00

I didn't think I would ever say this, but I had a pleasant encounter with a French bank today. I went there to close my bank account and within 15 minutes it was all done. It's incredibly scary not to have a bank account here. If I knew it'd be so efficient, I might have waited till next week, but I was anticipating that multiple visits would have been necessary. So, I no longer have a French

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-16414280472013660892009-05-22T09:34:00.002+01:002009-05-22T09:36:52.876+01:00

I should be tidying my apartment, but for some unknown reason, I'm not... In fact, I'm doing everything I can not to be tidying my apartment. I even did a facebook quiz in German and didn't understand what it was about. It turns out it was a quiz on "what sexuality are you?" Despite the language barrier, I turned out to be heterosexual. It's mainly because I went for words I recognised (steak,

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-17920818083442759872009-05-21T15:57:00.002+01:002009-05-21T16:19:47.231+01:00

Yes, I know what you're thinking. I can see it in your eyes. "Aren't bank holidays a good thing?" you're asking yourself. Don't deny it; you know it's true. Unless of course, you, like me, are in France, and are fed up of having an entire month disrupted by bank holidays. Four bank holidays in one month! What are they thinking? Actually, I know what they're thinking. I can see it in their eyes.

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-84736615261943951122009-05-21T10:51:00.002+01:002009-05-21T11:19:48.834+01:00

I've just spent the last twenty minutes standing in my shower spraying inordinate amounts of bleach in every direction. I know it says on bleach bottles not to use in a confined space, and I know it's not best to spray cleaning products near your face when you can hardly breathe anyway because of a cold. I nearly fainted. That's a lie. I did.* If, therefore, you find this blog to be somewhat

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-45778983087517848952009-05-20T10:53:00.002+01:002009-05-20T11:02:21.730+01:00

Lucy has left Paris for the last time. My mum and brother have been and gone, and have stripped my apartment bare. I'm now living in a half-empty apartment and on what feels like borrowed time before my Parisian days are over. On the plus side, Lucy has started a blog, and has the internet chez elle. So contact will now be easy-peasy!I really enjoyed having Thomas and my mum here, despite coming

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-58241478850947978002009-05-15T12:09:00.002+01:002009-05-15T12:22:40.516+01:00

Today, I have a guest blogger, my amazing friend Lucy, who wanted to share with you our experience last night. See, without further ado, I shall hand this blog over to the capable Lucy.A night of superficialityMy pet hate has always been being crammed into a small space with too many people, finding it difficult to breathe and not being able to hear yourself think. Well, I’m proud to announce

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-54968229531176982712009-05-10T21:41:00.005+01:002009-05-10T22:01:30.762+01:00

So... my weekend. Friday I went to the end of year ball. It was really good, and I enjoyed myself muchly. The boat that the ball was on was really cool; it was huge for a start, and there was a bar, a dance floor, a terrace and a swimming pool (which I had no intention whatsoever of getting into). I spent most of the evening with Lucy and Natasha, the latter of which got somewhat drunk and began

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-56255661727820742652009-05-08T11:04:00.002+01:002009-05-08T11:19:08.825+01:00

I have now finished uni. I had my last final yesterday, so by 5 o'clock, I was no longer a student. I think my exams went well, but I don't know what result that'll give me; I'll just have to wait and see. Because of exams, everything else in my life has become somewhat chaotic. I haven't properly washed up in about a week (eek!) and have been eating large amounts of junk food, including pizza, a

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-39889531796685394482009-04-26T14:03:00.002+01:002009-04-26T14:05:09.757+01:00

Just a quick note. I found a really interesting article about a church opened at night time in Bournemouth. You can read it here.

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Last week, the Governor of Texas made a comment about possibly seceding from the United States to become an independent country, and according to one survey, half of all Texans support independence (another survey suggested that only 25% of the population supported such a move). The comments came during protests about the increase in Federal spending since the start of Obama's presidency, where

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-62882094437617330342009-04-23T13:28:00.003+01:002009-04-23T14:10:21.601+01:00

I couldn't think of an original title, so I decided I'd be clever and make it a self-referencing paradox. I like paradoxes, such as the famous Monty Hall paradox. You can play the game here.Beki's telling me off for moaning because I ate a whole bar of chocolate and now feel sick. Lucy was being nice (which is worth being recorded for prosperity), but as soon as I started writing it, she stopped.

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-28791455711057901542009-04-21T12:06:00.002+01:002009-04-21T12:36:33.207+01:00

I'm back in Paris. It's scary to think that this is the last time I'll be in Paris as a student, and soon I'll be leaving. And that I've done three years of a degree even though it feels like a few weeks. I've actually yet to book my ticket back at the end of May, and yes, it's getting closer and closer and ticket prices are getting higher and higher, but I think I'm in denial... But on a

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I've just ordered a bee box for my mother! It's not quite the same as buying a apiary (something that I'd like when I'm all grown up) but it's a sweet little thing. And, it's to help the environment, since there's been a recent dramatic decline in bee numbers here in the UK and across the globe. Honeybees not only make honey but pollinate a third of the food we eat. Without them, we'd be without

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-29635131105899550142009-04-19T10:22:00.002+01:002009-04-19T10:32:44.730+01:00

I don't like the word 'meme', but anyway, I couldn't think of a better title. There has been another video circulating the internet in the past week, and that is the one of Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent. If you haven't heard of Susan Boyle, where have you been this last week? (To be fair, I only heard of her yesterday) Videos of her have been watched over 50 million times since she appeared

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-18954533469127323862009-04-18T13:39:00.002+01:002009-04-18T14:13:48.220+01:00

So much has happened since I last blogged. Actually that's a lie, but let's pretend my life's interesting for the moment. Shortly after my last update, I was so bored I decided to go to the cinema to watch Slumdog Millionaire. It was really good, despite being dubbed into French. The film has however had mixed reviews. Although in some ways trying to present itself as an accurate portrayal of

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-9368030770891339522009-04-07T12:53:00.002+01:002009-04-07T13:16:04.363+01:00

I'm going back to England tomorrow. Indeed, I've already finished packing. Pity the flight doesn't leave for another 20 hours. Having achieved what I wanted to do today (i.e. pack), I am now bored, which is one of the reasons I am writing this blog entry, and is also the reason why I have a French pangram as the title.I always feel restless for a few days before travelling; right now I feel

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-17388641783123820522009-04-03T12:12:00.002+01:002009-04-03T12:36:45.563+01:00

I have recently been very poor at updating this blog, and some people, okay, 1 person has been complaining that I haven't written in a while. So, my excuses: 1) I've had lots of essays; 2) I've had friends around who I was the tour guide for, and 3) my internet decided to stop working chez moi this week, to much annoyance. But now I've finished all my essays and my friends have come and

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-41902357485662723082009-03-16T20:00:00.002Z2009-03-16T20:08:45.578Z

Ok, ok, ok, I haven't updated for ages, and I have been duly chastised by my brother (the only person who reads this) for not updating it. There are two main reasons for that: a) I've been exceptionally busy writing essays, and b) my life has been rather boring of late. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. My life is boring. Ok, enough self-pity for one blog entry.Not this weekend, but the weekend

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-90770474890873822462009-02-27T15:35:00.002Z2009-02-27T16:03:05.499Z

So, what have I been up to this week? You might be wondering why I'm asking you this question; it's mainly because I can't remember. Let's see. On Sunday, I went to church and I did the powerpoint projecting, and then went to Bugsie's afterwards for Sally's leaving do. On Monday I went to a rather strained cinema lecture in the morning. It was all my fault, I suppose, since I didn't watch the

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-74118190607182726552009-02-24T23:43:00.003Z2009-02-24T23:58:21.137Z

Ok, so I was bored, and decided to write a quiz. If you're getting the first part of this on facebook, it's an idea I stole from my brother. I just thought you might like to read it, and have a go at the questions. Now, no cheating (despite me having to look up several of the answers myself...)! I've divided it into two rounds, to make it extra fun!Acronyms, abbreviations, and anomaliesWhat is

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I've just spent the last hour looking at a very interesting interactive as a part of an exhibition at the British Library. It looks at various questions about our personal liberties, including English devolution, detention without charge, and NHS treatment. It has lots of information, including interviews with professors, MPs such as Tony Benn and activists such as Shami Chakrabarti. You can play

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-5289193833472678522009-02-21T11:55:00.004Z2009-02-21T12:03:15.720Z

I've just found this website on the blog of a friend of my brother's, which tells you how rich you are on a global scale. With my student loan of £4000, I am the 832,998,239th richest person in the world. In other words, I'm in the richest 14% of the world's population. And that's not including gifts I get from family, nor the small amount of money (I say 'small' hesitantly now) I earn doing odd

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-39149214078280501042009-02-20T08:18:00.008Z2009-02-20T08:42:05.310Z

You might have noticed the Amnesty International widget in the sidebar ----> I added it because Amnesty International is cool. In fact I'm a member, twice. I decided to join, and my parents decided to buy me a year's membership for Christmas. Either way I got a cool T-shirt and a pin. Yay!Yesterday, Nicky and I went to Fontainebleau. It was a lovely day for it too: perfectly sunny without a cloud

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-7402376093240816392009-02-18T23:21:00.002Z2009-02-18T23:27:14.079Z

For everyone who has been missing my absence (all of zero people), here's a quick entry. It's 0:22 and I can't sleep, so I thought I'd write a quick post... So, here's the lowdown.I went to England for the weekend, to go to my cousin Holly's wedding. It was very nice, with lovely food, and a lovely setting. Holly cried most of the time from happiness. My grandparents had Thomas and I a GIANT

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-31472053428198642382009-02-06T10:47:00.002Z2009-02-06T10:56:10.798Z

This Wednesday was insane. Tuesday night I got a total of 3 hours of sleep, which contributed greatly to the sense of detached euphoria. It was Lucy's birthday. So, as a surprise, I was around Lucy and Nicky's apartment with a bag of croissants, pains au chocolat and pains aux raisins, at nine thirty, for a "champagne breakfast" (the wine wasn't actually champagne, but it was sparkling) with Lucy

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-49566648976177588792009-02-02T08:56:00.010Z2009-02-03T08:51:40.455Z

Yes, as you might have guessed, it snowed last night. Quite a lot actually. Since it's raining now, it'll all probably be gone by the afternoon, but it's set to snow tomorrow too. At a guess, I'd say the snow is about 2 inches deep, but the majority of it has already been trampled into a nightmarish sludge. The roads look like they're earth tracks, and all the footpaths are fatally slippy. On the

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-7551627200973699282009-01-27T10:08:00.002Z2009-01-27T10:17:59.198Z

I cannot believe there is going to be a general strike this Thursday. It's in protest against the downturn in the economy, the rise in unemployment, etc. The fact that the cause for this global recession was the subprime mortgage crisis in the US seems to escape the still red-blooded French unions. Everything will be on strike on Thursday; even television company employees will be on strike. Oh

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-57308548784889447872009-01-22T21:23:00.003Z2009-01-22T21:35:53.535Z

"Today is very boring, it's a very boring day,"There's nothing much to look at, there's nothing much to say."Those two lines from a children's poem sums today up for me. If you've read the poem, you'll know that the narrator actually has an exceptionally interesting day; I, alas, did not. I had an exam this morning, which went without problem, then a lecture, then a three-hour-long wait till the

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-42067618761371866722009-01-22T21:05:00.003Z2009-01-22T21:16:49.932Z

It's the end of an era, and one I'm not going to be too nostalgic about. That is the US Presidency of George W Bush. In ordering the closing of Guantanamo Bay and other oversea detention centres as his first presidential act, Obama is sending out a clear message that his presidency is a rupture from the one before. In my last entry, I said that Obama was sure to fail to meet up to the high

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-69159296257563755142009-01-21T09:36:00.003Z2010-12-01T08:15:51.046Z

¡Hasta la victoria siempre!Yesterday, I saw the 'controversial new film' "Che: El Argentino" by Steven Soderbergh. It was a good, albeit slightly long film, with Benicio del Toro as the Marxist Rebel Ernesto "Che" Guevara. It is beautifully shot, with wonderful views of the harsh but magnificent Cuban landscape, and the colourful cities filled with the sound of ricocheting bullets, compared

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-2778497503676481822009-01-16T18:35:00.003Z2009-01-16T18:42:29.200Z

My plans for a lazy day have been going better than expected. I've only managed to do one of the three jobs I set myself for today. I did some washing, but I have not posted the letters I was planning to, nor have I tidied my apartment. I did however, fill in my first ever census! Yay for French censuses (not sure that's the correct plural).In France they do censuses (censum, censi, censae? I'm

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-66955579386645715882009-01-16T13:10:00.002Z2009-01-16T13:29:18.193Z

Phew, I'm so glad I made it to today! I thought I wouldn't for a minute. There's no terrible reason why I thought I would expire before today; the actual reason is that I've been suffering from too much of a good thing. I have been so busy of late that I needed a little time to recharge. So here is a snapshot of the last week.Last Thursday: Went out for dinner in Southampton with Kaylee and

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-56412763850724954732008-12-23T16:09:00.003Z2008-12-23T16:28:32.410Z

I haven't posted for a while. I don't really have too much to talk about since I haven't really done much since coming home, which has been very enjoyable. I helped put up Christmas decorations at my grandparents, which felt like willingly contributing to their accidental death as I helped them trail dodgy electric wires across their house, but my grandparents would have had none of my

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-47923724105058853182008-12-16T13:24:00.002Z2008-12-16T13:38:15.465Z

Today, sticks of dynamite were found in toilets in Printemps Haussmann, after a letter was sent to French news agency AFP. Although the sticks of dynamite would never have gone off, the terrorist organisation threatened to follow with real attacks unless France withdraws its troops from Afghanistan. Of course, living in Paris, this got me slightly nervous. But, in reality, there isn't anything to

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-26917002017260107642008-12-15T15:42:00.002Z2008-12-15T15:50:38.626Z

I'm procrastinating terribly at the moment. I have quite literally done nothing over the last few days. I have a few defences: firstly, I've been ill, and still am to some extent; secondly, I left the book I need chez a friend, and this friend is also ill, so she can't return it to me and it would be a bit wrong for me to go and collect it. But, it's really frustrating. I just want to get on with

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-86663241459449633982008-12-14T21:28:00.004Z2008-12-15T11:17:18.972Z

This probably won't be a long entry (cue sigh of relief) as I'm going to bed soon. Thomas is shamelessly attempting to post more entries on his blog than I am, so I plan on recruiting a giant barrel* of typewriting monkeys to write blog entries for me. As I'm sure you're aware, unless you are Ethiopian and celebrate Christmas in January**, that Christmas day is less than a fortnight a way. This

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-65055323242991749832008-12-10T10:56:00.002Z2008-12-10T11:05:08.312Z

Yes, I'm not feeling that well today. Actually, I have the least severe cold you could ask for, and yet I still feel terrible. I hate being ill. In fact, what I hate more is being moderately ill. Because, although I feel all congested and have a headache, I look fine, I sound fine, and for all intents and purposes, I am fine. Except that every time I have the slightest cold, I descend into a

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-34051851555858512172008-12-08T22:18:00.003Z2008-12-08T22:53:23.970Z

I've been such a busy bee recently, I haven't updated my blog in ages. Well, actually, I seem to manage to alternate between being incredibly busy and having no spare time to spending a whole day procrastinating playing bubbleshooter. It's an addiction. And I'm not the only one to have it. In fact, I think it's contagious, so for your own health, and for the health of those around you, DO NOT

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-39053605942650349862008-11-21T10:50:00.004Z2008-11-21T11:53:03.195Z

Ok, so I'm responding again to a friend's blog, who argues against free will as a Christian concept. I'm going to argue against his view. I am not, however, going to base the majority of this discussion on Biblical references, simply because at this very moment I don't have the resources at hand to do so. Obviously, this means that this is only a partial argument since I believe the Bible to be

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-19225282885922587752008-11-18T15:56:00.002Z2008-11-18T16:29:37.452Z

Today I have been having a lazy day. I decided that today I would do admin. So far today, I have done some washing, completed step 1 of sorting out my CAF, did some washing up and had lunch. Which, seeing as it's nearly 5 o'clock, isn't massively productive. I have spent most of my day doing a lot of nothing on the internet; watching random YouTube videos, reading articles on Wikipedia, going

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-24032892789061778102008-11-18T14:45:00.002Z2008-11-18T14:50:45.526Z

I was just browsing blogs on blogspot, and I noticed a series of blogs which were updated within a couple of seconds, all of them similar in several ways:All were written in incomprehensible English.All had the same layout.All of them seemed to be posted in Germany, although they had different user names (the dates and standard text were in German).Each of the blog entries within one blog all had

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-69257207654991115142008-11-18T10:42:00.003Z2008-11-18T10:54:23.151Z

To everyone who reads this, please sign this petition against cluster munitions. They cause terrible and unacceptable injury and damage. And like land mines, the bomblets can stay active for months, if not longer, and cause injury long after the conflict has ended.Several arguments have been used to support cluster bombs. They're effective ways of killing terrorists, and why should we care about

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-60103651372966025432008-11-14T00:23:00.004Z2008-11-14T00:41:53.993Z

I've come up with a theory. And I think it's a good one. I think that since Mai '68, France has been in a state of arrested development. In some ways, many ways, this is a good thing. People still queue at boulangeries during their lunch breaks to buy good quality, locally made bread. Men play petanque in the parks as soon as the weather gets warm. Bretons still dance whatever dances people in

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-52476946260877530832008-11-12T20:23:00.003Z2008-11-12T20:35:19.066Z

I've just found out about a rather interesting geopolitical anomaly. An enclave is a country or a part of a country which is completely surrounded by another country. For example, the country Lesotho is completely surrounded by the larger South Africa. The Spanish town of Llívia is completely surrounded by France (it is thus also an exclave: a part of a country which is not connected to the rest

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-85348464272917040562008-11-12T17:39:00.002Z2008-11-12T18:28:25.033Z

I haven't posted an entry in aeons, but here you go. There's one rule about blogs, forums, etc., that is don't talk about politics and religion. But I'm going to do both. In one blog. How extreme am I? The reason for this unusual event, since I haven't blogged in over a year, is reading a blog entry of a friend here. Which, as a summary, is about why this particular person wouldn't vote for

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-53894322755456872642007-08-09T18:12:00.000+01:002007-08-09T18:36:17.980+01:00

OK, I'm sorry. I've been rubbish at updating my blog recently, for anyone who reads it, although I do have some excuses (my internet stopped working for four days and then my electricity was cut for another day, and I've been very busy!).So, the playscheme. I spent two weeks on the Saltern's Playscheme, which organises fun activities for children with learning difficulties, like going to the

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-10385167733245568372007-07-19T12:19:00.000+01:002007-07-19T12:55:20.710+01:00

As you can see, I've been rather lackadaisical updating my blog, and I apologise without prevarication for anyone who has felt somewhat catawampus from the evident diminution of updates. So, for anyone who actually reads my blog (please do!) and got past that mammoth sentence of superabundant locution, here is another overdue entry. And Beki, if you are reading this - you hypocrite! (said with

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I can't seem to add a title for some reason, oh well. I haven't updated for ages, so I can't be bothered to write about everything that's happened (nor remember everything that's happened), so it's just a short update to tell you that I'm still alive.And I'm also back in England, since McDonalds didn't want me anymore and cancelled my contract. Cancelled, by McDonalds! Hilarious! But I'm so glad

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-28405022112937573692007-06-24T11:15:00.000+01:002007-06-24T12:07:49.446+01:00

It's been ages since I've updated, mainly because a) my internet's been rubbish, and b) I haven't been bothered. Since I've deprived you of the news of my life which I'm sure you all so avidly read (I live in hope), I'll probably add two entries, one about my trip to England, and one about my return to Paris.So, following on from my last entry: Tuesday, after the whole rigmarole of the McDonald's

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-20246424083987870592007-06-12T11:16:00.000+01:002007-06-12T11:29:06.404+01:00

My plan up until now was to go back to England this evening and stay there for the summer. But maybe God had slightly different plans. 10h this morning, I got a phone call from McDonald's saying they want to give me a job. That threw everything upside-down. New plan: I go to England this evening as planned, but I come back next week to start my job at McDonald's. Not great, but at least I'll be

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-9234466732771244872007-06-11T15:37:00.000+01:002007-06-11T16:40:29.579+01:00

Since I'm going back to England tomorrow (tragic, I know!), I thought it would be a good idea to pack... So today I got up nice and early, 7h45 to be precise, and packed/tidied my apartment. Isn't it nice when your apartment gradually becomes magically larger yet at the same time easier to navigate? It's also rather fun discovering objects that I'd mislaid and forgotten about under thick layers

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-83515455493338912032007-06-09T19:55:00.000+01:002007-06-09T20:38:10.912+01:00

From Paris to SouthamptonI can't believe I'm leaving Paris on Tuesday for a few months! Although I sort of need to go back to England to find a job (following unsuccessful searching here), and prices became prohibitively expensive after Tuesday, I'm starting to regret buying the ticket. There's people I probably won't be able to say goodbye to and that's sad. I told Jennifer I was leaving,

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-27475567777544051812007-06-09T06:31:00.000+01:002007-06-09T06:56:49.730+01:00

Ok, I decided what to do, and rather rashly bought my Eurostar ticket for next Tuesday!! That means I have 3 days (and then most of Tuesday itself) to do everything I need to before leaving Paris. And say goodbye to people who'd have left themselves by the time I return. What a hullaballoo! My list of things I need to do before I leave: a) send off my preavis at the post office, b) pay for the

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-66781756975030339412007-06-08T14:39:00.000+01:002007-06-08T15:11:26.255+01:00

I had another interview this afternoon (well, about an hour ago) with McDonald's. This interview was really different than the first one, namely the interviewer. The last interviewer smiled the entire time, spoke French clearly and with a regular pace. The man interviewing me today, with his dour expression, staccato, direct speech, and determined walk, was entirely different. Middle management

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-28095439879015152712007-06-08T11:48:00.000+01:002007-06-08T11:58:51.758+01:00

Being a bit of a linguist, I find word origins fascinating, particularly as they often come from unusual sources. Here are a few examples of unusual etymologies:The English word hazard comes from the Persian word (via Arabic, Spanish and French) izr which means a die.The Spanish word for head is cabeza which comes from the Latin capita (as in the phrase per capita). So where does the French tête

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I haven't written an entry since Sunday, and it's now Friday, so I have a bit of catching up to do. Now, let's see. I can't remember what happened Monday, so we'll skip that, shall we?Tuesday, I went into uni to print something off. I arrived at around 11h15. When I got there, there was a sign on the door saying the library would be closed until 12h. Great, I arrived nearly an hour before it

Shmead no1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-33932940304514071832007-06-03T14:04:00.000+01:002007-06-03T14:16:17.257+01:00

Some photos from the boat party last week. I took more, but these were the only decent ones. Nicky and Natasha before heading off. The only near-decent photo of me. Even with the crooked tie.Nathan and Beki

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As the weather was so nice, I decided to go to Montmartre to take some pics. The place was crawling with tourists, which at first was slightly quaint, but rapidly deteriorated into some Kafka-esque nightmare of zombies walking mindlessly without any idea of where they were actually going and that there were other people around them. My fault for going to Montmartre (biggest tourist trap of Paris)

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OK, so I didn't go to Hillsongs last night. I was chatting to Thomas on MSN instead. Not that I was desperate to go.As the title suggests, I had my haircut - always an adventure in a foreign language. Which is why I left it so long. I feel practically bald now. And also as the title suggests, I've been continuing in my rather apathetic search for a job. I applied to Starbucks and McDonalds, the

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Reality TV - we know the format. Contestants battle it out on television, their every move being scrutinised, to win the public vote, and thus the prize. But what happens when the contestants are those in desperate need of a kidney transplant so they didn't need to spend the rest of their life on dialysis treatment? But this is what happened on the Dutch show De Grote Donorshow ('The Big Donor

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