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In this week's news: I picked my options for next year, and they basically involve as little law as is possible in the final year of a law degree. JOY. I went to Cuba, it was beautiful and amazing and fascinating and in some ways a little sad but really interesting. Then I came back to London in a sulk, because Havana was so colourful and friendly (and poor, and with problems, obviously, but that's another post) and London felt so grey and miserable. But, like all true loves, everytime I think I am bored or tired of the place it throws up something new to surprise and delight me - this week there has been dancing to a swing band in a kebab shop,  playing balderdash in the kind of pub where everyone knows all the words to Heart of Gold and Thunder Road, and snogging at bus stops like a 15 year old. Oh, and completely ignoring the concept of revision.