More self obsessed twaddle…

Holy shit, dudes. I just got accepted into our masters/Mphil/Ph.D programme. I went to talk to one of the grand fromages at school about it this morning, as getting a proper haircut and a job doesn’t sound all that appealing. So she said she’d been talking to my course director about me, and would love for me to hide from the tax man under her wing for a few more years. So effectively what I could do is, ditch the whole teaching in schools thing, and lecture in DHTP (design history theory and practice) at uni, whilst getting paid to do my doctorate in something really gutsy and tangible. And I’d get to work with big advertising companies as part of it.

But ooh-aah. I’d have to stay in Dundee : /
But ooh-aah. I’d get to be Dr. Bean : )

In other news, Rob Morriss, your top dude at Citigate Smarts, Edinburgh sez I should let him have a skeck at my portfolio as Craig says i’m grate. Dear god. To be agent smith. Life is one big episode of change anneka atm, but ooh-aah. Things be happening. And it’s nearly christmas! All is well.