Overheard on the bus: Don't be such a Kevin.
It's taken me days to figure this one out. Apparently a Kevin is a stroppy teenager. The term comes from these Harry Enfield sketches.
As for stroppy--remember what you were like when hormones were raging through your body? That's what stroppy is. Oddly, I see this more from adults than teenagers.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Tomorrow at 1:30 GMT, I will have my Ph.D. Viva. This is it. I should pass with either major or miner revisions. I could fail, but that isn't likely. They call it a defense in the States. Tomorrow when I sit in that room, it will have been 5,559 days since my mother died. I am certain that my mother will be there when I walk across the stage at graduation in July. But today, more than any other day in the last 15 years, I wish she were here to talk to, to cheer me on, to answer my phone call.
My Mother in her middle 30s, just like me.