tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153845628469776909.post2160640855258389917..comments2024-03-24T09:13:28.758+00:00Comments on The Plashing Vole: "You can't beat the West Coast, Mrs"The Plashing Volehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13021407602157515927noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153845628469776909.post-72763497774526667932017-09-04T21:58:01.154+01:002017-09-04T21:58:01.154+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Neil Hayneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10623871874093183671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153845628469776909.post-76152405117818733052017-08-29T18:09:55.353+01:002017-08-29T18:09:55.353+01:00Bloody hell! Is this what used to be SHASS? When I...Bloody hell! Is this what used to be SHASS? When I was blagging my Ph.D. and doing a bit of part-time teaching back in the 90s, it was all right.<br />Alanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16365402242052425654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153845628469776909.post-16709659553049046592017-08-27T11:18:19.770+01:002017-08-27T11:18:19.770+01:00Christ. The lousy food that the university give yo...Christ. The lousy food that the university give you on open days are almost punishment enough. But as you say, it's the mean-spirited nature of the action that must really sting. My university is not there yet: in this sense you are in the avant garde. give it a year or two... I have a feeling of inexorableness here. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com