Let's be 1905, but not 1917.

I'm Emily, I'm 18, and I come from a reasonably large town in Staffordshire. I'm an A-Level student, and an aspiring linguist, when it suits me. When it doesn't suit me, I'm a wannabe musician who tries to be well-read and maybe a bit cultured. Hopefully off to the University of Nottingham to study French and Spanish this September, if I knuckle down and get the grades. Surgically attached to my iPod, first class procrastinator. Frank Turner is a bearded god, and without Belle and Sebastian, I'd have been a very miserable person.

Don’t know whether to think it’s awesome that she listens to such cool music, or whether it’s embarrassing that she does and wants to see them live with me.

Help guys? Answers on a postcard, please.

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