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Watch out, Ollie's about!

Just spotted Ollie at the start of a driving lesson, zooming away from Palatine.

In honour of Mr. Burns

... here is McAnnette

Big bap!

Ok, so Simon, my housemate, is currently going through some emotional turmoil and one way in which he his coping is by stuffing his face.



He failed to finish the super-mega-sized bap though this could be blamed on watching Tribe, a BBC2 documentary, when the presenter began to vomit profusely after taking a hallucinogen that sends him into a three day trip.

Lydia's Birthday

This week a crowd of us helped Lydia celebrate her 22nd birthday by visiting the usual bars with a rather early departure from the southside to the ghetto, straight into Walkabout. No live band, but a DJ who is guaranteed to play the identical cheesy tracks that the band would have passionately yet nauseatingly played anyway. Here's Lydia styling one her many bags that doubles up as a handy photo prop.



So what else? Started a new module, did the nodding of the head routine whereby your head slowly drops, eye-lids close and suddenly five seconds later you re-awake with a violent jerk, and you feel as if everybody, including the lecturer, is looking in your direction. I left halfway through for sleep as it would have only became more embarrassing and besides, my brain was not receiving input, it wanted to close down, hit the rhythms of Circadia.

Last night a few friends and I went to a Ceilidh, a Scottish dancing evening held by Ustinov college (the postgraduate college here in Durham). I managed one dance, if you can call it that, which consisted of turn-based repeated sequence of dance moves that went on for what seemed a bloomin' long time.




Oh and I've just tried writing my CV on the off-chance that I apply for employment somewhere sometime soon. It's naff so this week I'm attending a session provided by the Durham careers service on how to write the perfect CV. I am torn between getting a real job or having a go at business venture with some friends. I definitely do not want a real job, they scare me, but I know it is the more sensible option. But what happens if I have a go at running a business for a year and it goes nowhere? No one will want to employ me after that, I haven't had a job in years, I need some real experience. Or does having a go at business constitute worthwhile experience? If anybody knows then please give me guidance.

hooray, finished... finally

I've been a slacker, a waster, a non-blogging bum over the past couple of months. Shame on me. Well, perhaps I was never much of blogger before anyway, just a wannabe blogger, see, writing has never been my strength, similary to my verbal skills I guess. By the way, what is the world record for the longest blog entry? Steinunn's blog, well the bit that was in English, the final epic, must be a contender. That count of words is beyond my capability or attention span, my memory does not serve me well enough to write about the events in my life in such a detailed manner. Anyway, is this a long enough pre-amble or should I carry on before getting to the main point? Enough I say.

So congratulations to me! And to group 8, my team. I say my team because I was managing director of our company in the module we've just finished today. I celebrated with Aziz and Steinunn by wolfing down roast beef sandwiches smothered in delicious day old gravy with a dollop of mayonaisse adding perfection to what was already the perfect sandwich. I cannot tell you what our business was about as Simon, my house mate, thinks it's a great idea and he is slowly convincing me that we should do it for real. Hmmm, he's willing to invest money and spend a year finding out if it's a winner. Me, I need a break from the idea, it's been plaguing me for the past 6 weeks in the guise of coursework. May be in a few months I will get excited about it but more likely I will totally miss the boat, with some other person taking the idea on.

Tomorrow, no today, is the first day in a long time where coursework will not be in the back of my mind. A totally free day, I don't know what to do. May be I shall compose a symphony with Kushan or perhaps I shall go to Newcastle and purchase the amplifier I have been waiting to get since my arrival in Durham. Whatever I do, I have to remember to pay my fees. Drat! And order those Faithless tickets. And get Zoe a birthday card.

It's been nice talking to you again blog.

Sunday roast

See that joint of beef, weighing in at 1.8kg, it took more than 3 hours to roast and still was rare in the middle. Thanks Aziz for the ingredients and thank you Steinunn for eating loads'a gravy filled yorkshire's and for choosing a funny film, I loved that mad Hawaiian guy and the song at the end. I've lost the touch when it comes to roast but next time I will pay more attention to oxo's instruction 'and then relax for an hour'.

Note for next time, parsnips need much longer in oven, stop regularly opening oven door for 3 to 4 minutes at a time, buy peas, and don't eat so much cheese before dinner.

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Aftershock

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Cheshire cats