Incidentally, there are SO MANY nineties songs that involve talk of things being back. 'Back to life, back to reality', 'Back for good', 'Baby got back', 'Back to the motel'.....and probably plenty more. Apparently the nineties were all over the comeback ting, so I apologise for not having written this in the actual nineties. Hopefully you can forgive me and we can move on together.
ANYWAY, my degree is now complete (assuming that I don't receive a ton of irate emails from the French department saying 'you wrote WHAT about Rousseau?! Get back here IMMEDIATELY' anytime soon)and so I thought it might be time to get back on the writing horse. So am going to plonk some of the crap I wrote about Proust for my uni-ordered Proust-blog (entitled, 'Proust, she wrote', of course) onto this blog and then I'm going to hopefully follow this up with my EXCITING NEW PROJECT* of harassing people in London libraries and asking them about books while shoving a camera in their face. So let's hope that that goes well and doesn't end in any form of conviction.
THANKS
*this may not actually work at all; it might all end before it begins with withering, unimpressed looks all round from library clientele. Let's hope not.
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