Man, you people are about as helpufl as tits on a bull. I am once again connected to the universe at large, so I am no longer emitting pitiful pleas for communication. Ergo, you may continue doing whatever it is you people do (nothing, by the looks of it).
I'm either telepathic or Murphy's law is the one universal truth which never fails, because all day yesterday when I couldn't get to my email I was absolutely convinced there were letters waiting for me from assorted English universities. Now, nine days out of ten I don't hear a peep from them, but lo and behold, when I checked my messages this morining there were THREE emails from universities. Naturally, they would arrive on the one day I coudn't get to them. The bad news is my transcripts never reached Bristol, so I'm doing that schtick all over again. The good news is I'm hearing fairly positive things from Leeds. They want to see my MA dissertation. The tone of the email suggested that they are split in camps, and are looking for more information from me before reaching a final decision. And that's a good thing, because writing is what I do best (stop laughing, you assholes), so the more they read of what I've written, the better off I'll be. Writing skills are the one ability that have gotten me over every hurdle. The truth is, if you can write clearly, coherently, and concisely, you can do just about anything. So keep your lazy fingers crossed that I get a good result from Leeds (and Bristol and Kent), and I'll let you know when I hear something definate. Should be fairly soon now.