Associate Professor at Warwick. Interested in developmental psycholinguistics, neuroscience, research methods, bee-keeping, Gaeilge, vintage clothing, dressmaking. Pinko lefty woke type but not that fond of tofu. Can't see DMs.
My name is fox
And when you wait
For packages
Which turn up late
The postie throws,
Without a glance.
I snatch it up;
I eat the pants.
(I'm sorry, I'm on a high from working Spiders Georg into a stats lecture and I now I can't stop with the heritage posts.)
My name is fox
And when you wait
For packages
Which turn up late
The postie throws,
Without a glance.
I snatch it up;
I eat the pants.
(I'm sorry, I'm on a high from working Spiders Georg into a stats lecture and I now I can't stop with the heritage posts.)
I have eaten
The pants
That were in
Your package
And which
You were probably
Saving
For fancy
Forgive me
They were delicious
So sweet
And lacy
I have eaten
The pants
That were in
Your package
And which
You were probably
Saving
For fancy
Forgive me
They were delicious
So sweet
And lacy
The onions, and the mustard...
The onions, and the mustard...