When I’m not working on my PhD or messing around on Twitter and Tumblr, I’m reading for fun. Seems strange that after a day of battling with thick academic texts, I want to strain my eyes more, but what can I say, I’m a sucker for punishment. Recently, a few things I’ve read for fun have actually ended up inadvertently relating to my PhD.
My ticket for the British Library history induction says ‘please bring this with you to the Performance’. Ooh, I hope there’s singing!
My honest answer to that question is: it’s complicated. Now more than ever before.
Happy New Year, folks! I can’t complain about 2013 really; I got to spend the summer researching and writing my MA dissertation, got a distinction for it, started my PhD (making some lovely new friends in the process), and had a fab holiday in Amsterdam when I wasn’t working.
DISCLAIMER: This piece of research is based on the experiences of a very small number of Paul Thompson’s interview transcripts, which can be found through the UK Data Service. I don’t have any plans to include Christmas as a separate subject in my thesis, though it may form a part of a larger section on loneliness. Even then, I’ll have used a lot more sources and I don’t expect it to bear any resemblance to this post.