Summer Fruit Milkshake

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So after two weeks of drizzle, torrential rain and even hailstones in the glorious capital of the United Kingdom, I have returned to a bizarrely sunny Scotland, with its bright blue skies, beaming sun and every inch of grassy carpet covered with lazy day students who don’t have dissertations to write. Where is the justice?… 

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The Modern Burns Supper

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“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftan o’ the puddin-race…” I’d like to say I know more, but that was the extent of the address my haggis got this Burns Night. I could have recited Scots Wae Hae, which I won a prize for reciting in primary school, or the first line of To… 

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