While I was hiding away in Brussels last week, dusting off my French with my friend Kismet, a piece of paper arrived for me in the post:


Four years, one soul, and 52 kilos of joie de vivre later, my Doctorhood is finally officially official.

It’s not as tasty as I thought it would be.  But based on the cost, I suspect it’s very nutritious.


Thanks to my friends, family and various academic mentors who have helped me along the way.  Lots of love to you all.

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