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Having done all manner of science and traveling since uni, I find myself back in London learning to be a CSI type. I am working to convert all the young 'uns on the course to B3ta, gin and the joys of a woman at the other end of her 20s. It's a time consuming job, but someone has to do it...

beccys dot baps at gmail dot com.

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» Scary Neighbours

I have luckily not experienced much in the way of scary neighbours, other than new babies and the like. I did however become a scary neighbour myself for one night only.

It was my first year in halls at uni and one night I was awakened by the sound of my flatmate in the room to the left, the one in the room to my right and the guy who lived above me all having sex in their separate rooms. Loudly. As a bitter, twisted and lone sleeper, I belted out a few verses of 'Jerusalem" at the top of my lungs. That shut them up.

(Thu 25th Aug 2005, 14:47, More)

» Obscure Memorabilia

Freaking out my mother
I have a ticket for a trip up the World Trade Center dated 9:04 PM September 10th 2001. This after an email to my mum that morning saying: 'We're going up the world trade center either this evening or early tomorrow morning'. Needless to say i got drunk and didn't email to let her know we'd already been up.....
(Thu 4th Nov 2004, 15:44, More)

» Addicted

Fizzy Goodness
I have recently become addicted to eating Berocca-style fizzy vitamin things straight from the tube. It may possibly be the healthiest addiction ever. Plus, if you put a whole one in your mouth, you eventually look like you have rabies.
(Fri 19th Dec 2008, 17:21, More)

» Injured Siblings

Seaside shennanigans
I have always been fascinated by the level of trust I put in my younger brother, despite repeated examples of how stupid this is. One example:

We were holidaying in Cornwall. I think I was about 9 and he was 8. Now, the thing about the Cornish sea is that it is filled with tiny, stingy bits of jellyfish as a result of said animals getting caught in fishing nets and being hacked into small pieces to get them out. My brother had spent an industrious afternoon filling a sand-castle bucket with bits of jellyfish. He then somehow convinced me that they were not stingy and I should test this by sticking my hand in the bucket.

Pain. Stupidity was rewarded by pain.

I did however eventually get him back by buggering off to university and leaving him to feel the full force of my parents' attention for a whole year all alone. Bwahahahahaha.
(Thu 18th Aug 2005, 19:05, More)

» Family Holidays

Ah, lovely Cornwall
All family holidays (bar one) from the ages of 6 - 15 were spent in my Gran's holiday cottage in Cornwall. It was great - lots of surfing, eating of clotted cream and getting stung by nettles when attempting to clear up the garden. The only problem was that her reading material apparently consisted entirely of musty smelling James Bond and Mills and Boon books. The mix of graphic torture scenes, light misogyny and large numbers of women giving up careers/independence/brain activity to swoon in to the arms of some man/landowner/boss are probably the reason I am the cynical and entirely unromantic b3tan I am today - one who hasn't had a date in a very long time. Damn you Grandma!
(Thu 2nd Aug 2007, 18:16, More)
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