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Dressing up for the doctoral defence (Rousse)

Each time that I attended a doctoral defence in a Nordic country I was impressed by the trouble that my hosts took to look their best on a student’s big day. On this occasion GW wore a spangled cream and … Continue reading

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The conference trap (Rousse)

I was trapped at yet another dreary conference for PhD students. By Day 2 most people had given up on the programme and headed back to their offices to get on with some “real” work. Unfortunately for me, I was … Continue reading

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Doctor doctor, where did the PhD graduate sign on? (Rousse)

The good news was that I passed my second PhD. I proudly boasted that I had beaten VE to the title of “Doctor Doctor”. However, I still needed to find a job, and in the meantime decide whether I would … Continue reading

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PhD student pantomime is a joke (Rousse)

I despaired at the early rehearsals of the PhD pantomime. The acting was truly terrible, and now the students hoped that I would save the day by playing the role of the lead villain. My contribution was pathetic. Only my … Continue reading

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Another PhD and the police (Rousse)

I successfully defended my second doctoral thesis so it was now entirely legitimate for me to call myself Dr Dr. However, the celebrations would have to wait because everyone had rushed outside to watch the extraordinary activities of the police … Continue reading

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A grandmother, assorted colleagues, South American doctoral studies, and an ex-boyfriend (Rousse)

The venue for KB’s last meeting before she finally retired was the sitting room of my grandmother’s house in Hexham. My last visit to the house was in 1992, but little had changed in 20 years. I tested the comfort … Continue reading

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