French Exchange Diary

Me aged 13. I have terrible hair. As was the fashion of the time, my t-shirt says "NOT!"

This is a necropost - written in 1993 and recently found on an old backup disk. I spent two delightful weeks in France and, apparently, kept something of a diary. I was never good at introspection - so this mostly reflects what I actually did, rather than how I felt. I remember being shocked that […]

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