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Please note that the content of this blog is provided "as is." Although the author has been "debugged" by the University of Cambridge (CELTA), this remains a beta version of a C2-level mind.
Warning: This site contains high levels of classic sitcom quotes, excessive self-deprecation, and the occasional touch of "Hunglish" syntax. No liability is accepted for any confusion arising from the author's misuse of the present perfect or his stubborn refusal to don a kilt, despite a fondness for the word "wee."

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