You' d better give me something, before I sputter out

I used to love love this song when I was at secondary school. They used to play it on MTV New, which I used to watch religiously in order to maybe catch a glimpse of darling Radiohead:



I'm enjoying uni this year even though I'm swamped in work already. Most of my credits are really really interesting, except for Research Methods :(

Should be off to read a story called The Machine Stops by EM Forster. Sounds very full of sci fi and landscapes of white and grey metal. Shudders.

Liz
xxx

What is a marsh?

The big shock for all the Maltese people who, like me, were Enid Blyton junkies when they were children, was that at one point they realised there is no Rubadub mansion, no wooden panelling behind which there is a secret passage, no scones at teatime (What are scones anyway?), no autumn leaves, no boarding schools, no policeman saying "Clear Orf!", no mist and marshes, no friends with an insurmountable urge to create a secret society with a secret password.