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2005-02-07 | 7:38 p.m.

So...I had to give a presentation on spouse selection in Early Modern England today. I accidently said 'first-porn' instead of 'first-born'. I would love to know what Freud would have thought about that. Luckily my embarrassment was redeemed when my tutor got a nostalgic, wistful look in his eye and proceeded to tell us about the time he met Princess Diana and that everyone thought she wasn't wearing any knickers. The women in his company were apparently disgusted, while he thought that it was 'thoroughly lovely'. My tutor must be in his late 70s - I did feel marginally nauseous.

I got 68% in my latest George Orwell assignment. Very pleased. But I probably shouldn't be flouncing about on the Internet as I have to have finished his book Coming up for Air by tomorrow and I'm only about a third of the way through. It's a book mainly about fishing. Still, I'm enjoying it more than the last one.

I'm in two minds about whether to go to Liverpool next week. It's my old uni friend Laura's (who left after the first year) 21st birthday celebratory thingy and we've been invited. Tori (and possibly Simon) are going and I think I want to go too, only I must must must write an essay next week. Ach, the dilemma.

Ooh and it's pub quiz night tomorrow at our favourite local. The boy who lives opposite us has said he and his friends will be there this time. I think he does like us. I mean he saw I was in my room yesterday and then began strutting around his room naked (though I only got a top-half view). I hope he doesn't expect me to do the same.

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