Over the past few months, one name above all else has been a constant source of irritation. The name? Prince William.
In EVERY conversation I have with aquaintances (Not friends. I talk about meaningful things with them), the topic of conversation comes quickly round to which university I am going to in September. This university is St. Andrews.

The person I am talking to will then invariably say something along the following lines: "Oh, well! You'll be down there with Prince William then!"
EVERY SINGLE PERSON.

It's vaugely original for the first 10 times you hear it, but from then on it's just plain depressing to realise that Prince William is the only thing that crosses people's minds when the name "St. Andrews" is mentions. Couple this with my devout disdain for the royal family and you can guess the recepie for disaster that follows.

So, in conclusion, if you barely know me, and wish to stike up a conversation with me, DON'T.
I am at the point where I am now making no attempt to disguise a very tired grimace.


In other news, at the time of writing, I have now gone 27 hours without sleep. Fun.