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This time last year, I completed my undergraduate degree to little fanfare. I had written my dissertation in a stuffy attic room at the top of a Leeds terraced student house over a number of weeks. Suddenly it dawned on me: I am graduating, I don’t yet have a job and the pandemic is making job markets look quite unhospitable. I knew then that the next academic year would be spent at my childhood home, and I began looking ...
