Author: graybo

revising today for exam tomorrow – but can’t really focus (as usual). so much of this course is common sense, and the skill is in translating that into an answer on paper in the limited time permitted in the exam hall. can’t say that I am thoroughly looking forward to the exam, and the more I look at my books and notes, the more I am convinced that I didn’t do too well on monday. but as we don’t get the results until the end of february, i’m not going to stress about it as i don’t have the energy to be stressed for that long.
anyway, after tomorrow’s exam, it’ll be off to the pub for the rest of the day, so don’t expect and blogging – certainly nothing coherent!

Dvorak – The Mornington Crescent Deck …..muh? I’ll have to look at this again when I’m less hungover.

today is Kev’s 30th birthday. happy birthday mate!
last night we went out to celebrate. before the evening, we had all agreed that it was a school night, so we should take it easy and be home by a reasonable hour….so why did the clock say “…to four” when we got home??
the evening was compounded by the excitement of hearing that SJP had spent a few hours in A+E having X-rays and ECGs, having collapsed at work (which may or may not be linked to her falling down Kev’s stairs after Friday night’s debauchery). All a bit dramatic – about to pop round to her house with a bag of grapes and some Lucozade.

Have You Ever . . . ? …has to be done really

TPL – 41 points taking me to 419 total – a pretty good performance, with four goals for my team. Could be challenging for the title soon at this rate (yeh, right).

Bonking plywood reindeers offend residents

Online paper shows sex clip as investigative journalism – I’d hate to have my important parts distorted.

Man honours president by making plane-shaped car. Now, would anyone do something like this if Tony Blair recovered from some illness? Nope, I don’t think so.

just learnt that a friend has been diagnosed as having cancer of the bladder – these things always seem horribly unfair.

Weekend report:
Friday. Aaaaah yeeesss. Friday. Hmmm. I’m not sure that Andrea would appreciate me telling the world what she got up to on Friday night – I think she is hoping that everyone else was so drunk that they won’t remember. Therefore I won’t tell you, but suffice to say that most people who saw what happened are unlikely to forget.
The occasion for this debauchery was the beginning of Kev’s week-long birthday beer extravaganza – starting with a west-to-east pubcrawl across Chichester city centre. I picked up the crawl at pub three (Andrea had been there from the start), and I was fairly well wasted by the end of things (w2 – pub seven). Kev was snogging various people, and SJP managed to pull a fella who she was still with many hours later (and very nice he seems too). DA peaked too soon and had to be ported home by the eternally patient DAGS. Many other people were also drunk and there were a goodly number of people that I didn’t know. The crawl inevitably ended up back at Kev’s (there was a film crew in W2 – no don’t ask me why) – I cried off somewhat short temperedly around 1.40, followed by Andrea at god-knows-what-hour (escorted by Sacha and Ian – thanks guys).
A whole week of this AND exams? By Sunday I’m going to be a wreck.
Saturday and Sunday were a revision-fest, punctuated by a takeaway and a trip round to Tim’s for birthday champers and chocs.