Something Serious

Mmmkay. Will's metamorphosis into Koel continues apace. Tis time for Will's, probably rather uninformed, views on the crisis in the Sudan.

As I understand it, the situation is basically this:

The government and majority of the population of the Sudan are mostly Muslim Arabs, living in the centre and north of the country. In the south live the "black-african" Christians. It's one of those superb ex-British empire countries, lines on a map encompassing a minimum of two tribes/religions, who dont want to share. Kind of reminiscient of Iraq, with the Sunni Arabs, the Shi'ite Arabs, and the Kurds. All Muslim, but all different. In the Sudan, the divisions are even more sharp.

Now, as far as I know, the story goes: Government is draining the southern region of Dafur of resources etc, favouring the north in all development etc. Rebel/resistance movement arises among the southerners, they object via bombing some local goverment places, that sort of thing. The central goverment then moves in with, apparently, not just loosely grouped arab militias, but also planes, ie military backup. They let the militias rape, kill, burn and pillage their way through Dafur, and when the "rebels" fight back, the military is on hand to suppress them.

Now, all this burning and killing pushes a wave of homeless people in front of it towards the border. They're grouped in vast refugee camps, little food, no sanitation. Aid is held up, confiscated, rerouted by the central goverment. As the crisis in the camps deepens, the charities step up their appeals, Colin Powell and Kofi Annan tour the camps, go to the capital. And what do they say? Rein in the militias, or we will impose UN sanctions upon you.

Sounding familiar again? Yup, it happened to Iraq too... Now, the validity of the evidence for the Iraq war is one thing, but was it a good thing? Hundreds may die a week now - Thousands were then - It's a good thing... However, no lesson seems to have been learned. Sanctions do squat. See Koel's blog for an impassioned view on sanctions. What's the major problem here? That the Arab militias are burning the villages, etc etc. Will increasing Aid to the camps and threatening sanctions change that? Unlikely. What needs to be done? Well now, we seem a little overstretched. While the goverment can spend 5 million on an advertising campaign promoting "common-sense advice" on terror attacks (Common-sense: obvious to the people who have the sense to read the pamphlet, those who don't, won't.), they can't pay to keep soldiers. And what is needed in the Sudan? An injection of soldiers in UN light blue berets and helmets, in a swathe between the two section of Sudan. A no entry zone, anyone crossing may be fired upon. Isolate the problem, return the people to their villages. The crops may have been burned and their livestock driven off, but at least they'll have shelter and better sanitation and water suplies than in refugee camps 100,000 strong. A very simplistic view of a complicated problem, but it needs doing.

What's the problem? Well, as Michael, and sometimes Michael's Friend Bob will tell us, the vast majority of the available troops of the US and UK are commited to Iraq and Afghanistan. We don't have the reserves to deal with it. So what is required? Well, we know the French and Germans can't stomach a war, but they may need to stomach peacekeeping. Either that, or the UN can try appealing to China... I hear they have the largest standing army in the world... But somehow, I think not :D

 
Well, that's my ranting over for now... I hope Podgy is proud of me :D I'm off to the Welsh Border again over the weekend, for my cousin's 21st at the grandparental house... a BBQ mit Bier... sound familiar? That's Saturday night, so I might be back in time for Will T's similar event on Sunday, parents, traffic and dropping off girlfriends at the station allowing... Ah yes: she is accompanying us, and thus having to meet most of my dad's side of the family in the process... Sympathy and condolences would probably be appreciated :D

Killing time...

Quote of the moment:
 
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

That's me at the moment...

Last night, I wasn't particularly hardcore... Watched "The Three Musketeers" from  about 4am til 6am, with the dawn chorus blending into the sounds of the dishwasher... then headed to bed. Woke up about half one, went downstairs in my dressing gown, watched "The Four Musketeers" while I ate... Today I opted for breakfast, just for variety, because yesterday I went straight to lunch... Since then, read the second half of "A Line in the Sand" by Gerald Seymour... About an Iranian hitman, sent to kill a Brit who spied on a missile plant when he sold them manufacturing machines... And the CIA want to use him as bait, so they can capture the hitman, trace his hierachy and how the order was passed down from the goverment, and have a reason to go to war with Iran... Quite apt really, though it was written about 5 years ago, I think...

By the way, this entry doesn't have an actual point, it'll probably just be a load of ponderings, so ignore it if you cba!

Anyway... I noticed when I logged on that there were 3 other people online on my messenger contact list... Rob, Jimmy and Rosie... the same ones who'd been on last night... So I was thinking, what's up with that? Where's everyone else, and why are they online? But I cba to ponder it further, because I haven't really got a clue what people are doing... Perhaps it's just that we're the only ones without anything else to do... Plus Will T is perhaps still banned from the computer :p

(Will leaves blog for a while... and returns...)

Have been looking at the Tesco online application thing... It sux0rs a bit, because you can't apply direct to Tesco's, you have to go onto a thing called "People bank", hence no facility to say "I want to apply to THIS store for THIS job", just pick your industry, then some job headings, but since working in a coffee shop isnt inherently a retail thing, it's not in that section... Grrr... Plus, do you reckon they'd take someone on as shop-security for just a month?... Hmm... That'd be great fun, wandering around looking suspiciously at everyone, especially Jim's mum, the most obvious of shop-lifting suspects... :p

(Will goes to have supper, returns an hour later to find Vicky has nabbed the computer while he was doing the washing up. After nagging for 10 minutes, he gets back on...)

Lo again. Hmmm... Had a thrilling discussion over supper, along the lines of:

"Turn the TV off, we can have a family conversation"
"But we'll only argue, as usual"
"No we won't, now turn it off"
"I rest my case"

Mmm. Families. Great, aren't they.

So, I started this at 6.37, according to the counter under the entry box, and it's now 21.21... I'm doing well, aren't I?!

Hmmm... What else did I mean to comment on?

1. Anna's failure to update since the port scooner entry... Absolutely disgraceful, I reckon!

2. Anna's mate Alex. More specifically, the fact that he's had a blog since October 2002... I feel so new! Eeek! However, despite TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY posts, he's only written 21,000 words, so Podge and Prillo still own in that respect.

3. I'm going to go watch "Black Rain" at 10... Michael Douglas, Andy Garcia... Should be good... if not, I'll switch over to "The Hunt for Red October", which I have seen ages ago, and do have somewhere on video anyway... After that, will probably be time for "Return of the Musketeers"... W00t w00t! Speaking of which, when does ROTK: Extended Edition come out, and are we having a full length trilogy watching special?!

4. Apparently Rob's got film quotes in his latest cartoon... Hang on... Yes, he was... IMPRESSIVE... :D And while I'm at it: Rob m8, you tempt me to PMSL... Is that complimentary enough?!

5. Having read everyones blogs (I think) in the last 24hrs, it actually seems like I'm comparatively prolific at the moment... Yikes... Scary... And what's worse, at least Podgy's rambles have a point at the end, no matter how long winded... (sorry to continue the rudeness, I enjoy them whatever :D) Mine, on the other hand, particularly this one, don't even have that... Tis "My Thoughts" in pure, unadulterated (just better phrased) form... Rather depressing (for me) how inane they are!

Anyway, I shall bum off and do something even less useful, aka fiddle with my blog template...

Spanx for reading...

Camping it up, continued

Quote of the moment: "Oh yeah, I'm going on a major healthy-eating bash... I ate an apple today of my own accord" - Podgy

Super-mega-turbo-family-fun-size-lol-a-thon!

In other news, Will was shocked today by the generosity of his ancestors (the ones who are still alive, that is :D). More on that story later, after another extract from the saga of the first bit of Will's summer holiday:

Chapter Five: In which Will has a lie in...

Seeing as he cba to go back out onto the training area after the end of exercise, when we dropped off the OTC in camp, Major Christmas was unavailable to deliver me either. So I got to spend the night alone in the huge pig shed style barrack block... And was only woken in the morning when the cadets got back :D

That day was spent doing some signals stuff with a Sergeant who called everyone "Youse", and in the afternoon, a joyous time practising for the competition on Friday. Did the assault course in the muppet group of people who werent doing it in the comp, and cba to jump the water jump so walked through it... then had a shooting practice, then Tug of War... etc etc...

In the evening, a pair of pipers from a scots school were having a practise in a corner of the camp beyond the range... til a mob of Felsted types turned up and 3 yr 10 started mooning at them in time to the music :D

Chapter Six: In which Will proves he is a fat bastard

So, competition day. Our first event was at 9.30. So naturally, when the girls turned up at 6.45 to go breakfast (all in drill stuff already, as they were all in the drill squad for the competition), the boys were still in bed... Cue an entertaining scene as the aforementioned three yr 10 displayed their "Morning Glories" to Sarah Bolton when she came in yelling... :D For those of you failing to comprehend, that means the large bulges in the middle of their sheets... :D

As far as the competiton went: Drill - we won, w00t w00t, (yawn yawn :p), everything else, didnt do outstandingly, apart from the Tug-of-War, which we were owning in, but we got knocked out: there were 3 teams in our heat who each beat everyone else and one of the other two: We beat Brentwood, and only lost to Strathallen because two people slipped when we were hauling them back easily... but we got knocked out because one school had put out an all-girl team for the ToW to save their good blokes for the other things, and we, for a laugh, had lost the first of 3 pulls to them deliberately... So Brentwood won and Strathallen came second... but pfft, not like I was le bothered, just meant I could piss off and go to sleep :D Also, at the tug-of-war I was asked by the SSI (Senior staff instructor) from a school in the other heat if I could put on a Light Infantry beret and pull for them... I said wrong generation, my dad was in 1LI (1st Battalion, Light Infantry), he asked his name, and it turned out my dad was his platoon commander when he first joined the army... which was quite k3wl... :D

After that, the "pillage" party got into full swing... and I definately owned, coming away with a total of 6 garments of clothing with embroidered crests, and one Oakham brassard... Also, the older Oakham peeps remembered Joules as "that RAF guy who glowered the whole time." Lol.

Chapter Seven: In which Will goes home

So, next morning we're up at 5.30 to pack and clean out the billet... On the bus at 7.30, though I had to hop off and retrieve our "contingent cricket bat" as bought by Eggers on the way up... The bus was tres swanky, flatscreen TV and Dvd player with a case-full to choose from... So we watched Tomb-Raider, Finding Nemo and a couple of others I think, on the way down... We also drove right past the camp where we were last summer, and saw some other poor muppets doing the lovely up-hill assault course... Got back, got some very scared looks from the people staying in the school when we all hopped off the bus with rifles... Cleaned the rifles one last time, then put them in the armoury and had a final parade in "jeans order"(sigh). Then headed home... I stopped to beg the photo of me cuddling a sniper rifle off the pin-board though, which was nice. :D

End of the CCF Camp bit...

After that, got home, went and picked up the Childs from Bishops Stortford station, brought her home, unpacked kit, put out dirty stuff. Next day, packed stuff for parachuting, went to Chelmsford station with parent and the Childs, got dropped off, then parent dropped her off at the other station. Got to Andover station, picked up with most of the guys in the course in a pair of 4-ton trucks, (that's the flatbed ones with the canvas over the back), went to the Officers Mess at RA Larkhill. Very smart, as you'd expect. Huge dining room, own bar, etc etc... Sharing a room with a guy called Owen Larson who was in my section on the leadership course I did last summer. Next morning, went to the Airfield in 4-tonners, did morning's jump training in daft oranges jumpsuits (aka guantanemo suits, as we named them), then at lunch: There's a problem. For the first jump, you need 1.5 times the normal canopy for your weight. So although they had parachutes rated up to 300lbs, I'm over 200 so I was buggered... I'd have had to be 14.5 stone... OOOPS. The muppetous Captain who organised the course had even told the other guy over the limit that he'd be fine, cos no-one told her about the first jump rule... (She wasnt a parachutist, just a normal Artillery Officer...) So I came home the next day... bit shite really, but never mind, c'est la vie! But I will never be under 15 stone again in my life, unless I get starved in some Arabic prison... it's unlikely I'll be under 16... So pfft!

That's about it for the epic saga... Since then, I've just been bumming around at home, doing a bit of hedge-trimming, stuff like that... watching videos, playing PD on the N64, playing AOE II: the Age of Conquerors on me aged desktop vs me sister on her laptop... because this stupid piece of junk doen't have a serial port! So, as Rob said, pretty much... :D Havent persuaded her into cossacks yet though, but if Jim or anyone else wants to try then they can get their bums over here... :D

As I mentioned earlier, but forgot until I published and viewed, I need to mention today... Or more specifically, that I drove into Felsted (I was feeling too lazy to cycle) and cut my grandparents grass. Didn't take me long, maybe an hour, hour and a half at the most, and for this I was given coke + chocolate biscuits (ie all the incentive + reward I need) and also the princely sum of £7.00! My grand-rents 120><012! Lol... Speaking of which, was discussing his coffee shop employment in Tescos with Jimmy earlier tonight, or indeed this morning, and since he had to do absolutely nothing except fill in the form in order to get a job at Tescos, I think I might have a go... I have at least 4 weeks after the exam results week that I can work solidly for... (I'm canal tripping the week before that...). The only prob is that Jimmy's presumably working in Dunmow Tescos, whereas I would prefer Great Notley, as it's a 3 minute cycle... So he should drive to Great Notley and work there instead! :D Though we agreed my talents would be better suited to the butchers counter... :) Anyways, a plan to consider...

Meanwhile, that should have pushed me nicely over the 10,000 word mark... Go me! I know Podge is on about 80,000 and Prillo about 50,000 words, but I've been asleep half that time dammit! So the obstinate "Average Posts per Week" thing remains on 1... But I have 9 recent ones, apparently, though I don't know how they work that out... I suppose in the last month, because there were a few in the last week of term... Anyway! Enough of the Podgy style rambling!

That's about it from me... To finish, I have some lolage material from the KWS website... This is what Anna can look forward to...

Introduction
KWS cattle team is a co-curricular activity available to all students years 7 to 12. KWS has actively been involved in stud cattle and steer shows for over twenty years.Our studs consist of a long standing Shorthorn stud which has been successful at many shows over the years and recently Angus Stud has been established to compliment our commercial herd of Angus breeders.Students in the team learn all aspects of preparing stud cattle for shows. It enables our boys and girls the opportunity to develop nurturing skills involved with grooming, daily feeding and watering. This develops responsible practice for students in the team.Our aim is to give the opportunity to all students who would like to gain a knowledge of cattle husbandry and showing.

:D

I'm off to watch "The Three Musketeers"... the classic with Oliver Reed, Michael York, Charlton Heston, Faye Dunaway and Spike Milligan... W00t w00t... and maybe after that, "The Four Musketeers"... the second half of the original one long film, which the director chopped into two rather than have to cut it extensively... And maybe even after that, "The Return of the Musketeers", which does exactly what it says on the tin.  :p

G'night, childs!

A year and a half...

Just popped back on quickly to say tis 18 months today since I first got propositioned... W00t w00t!

Seems tres odd, having only spent a few months in actual proximity still... but nonetheless, tres bon... and it's nice to beat Jimmy and Prill to each date-mark-thing by 3 weeks... :p

I have been on the look-out for something suitable, obvs, but being me I probably won't find it for at least another fortnight... :$

Anyway, it is now time to say goodnight properly!

Goodnight, properly!
(Sorry!)

Now...

Quote of the moment: Well, at least that one cleared the flowerbed...

Lo. I have decided to postpone the epic tale til tomorrow at least, because I cba to try and remember stuff like that at the moment... So in between that, comes a random sit-rep on "now"...

Last night: Was feeling in a very odd mood... Needing to get out of the house, type thing... at around 2am. Decided waking parents up getting the car out wasnt a good plan, but cba to walk or cycle, so opened the garage, took the handbrake off in the car and wheeled it out onto the drive, then out onto the road, before hopping in and driving off, thus avoiding making any conspicious revvings by the house or spraying the gravel etc... Virgin radio had passed the time of "I'm a paragon of virtue" Jezza and was onto playing music without chat, so had that on, and was quite impressed... Can't remember any of what was on apart from "Where the streets have no name", which was quite apt... I apologise now to Podge for causing her to fume at her lack of freedom to escpae thus, etc etc...

So anyway, drove up to the A120, headed down to Freeport, windows down and hair going even madder than normal... Pulled into the pertol station on the off chance they had some lighter fluid, of which more later, but no... However, a pair of rude-n00bs in a "souped up" citroen pulled in for petrol, so I waited for them to leave, then headed out and had a fun little race back down the A120... pulled off at the first junction by Great Notley having passed them, then straight back on at the next junction and flashed past them again because they'd slowed down after I turned off... Tres amusant, les chaps in caps... (And probably shaved eyebrows and tucked in socks as well)...

Today:

Didn't do much... Was eventually woken up around 1pm by the lawnmower, or something... Since my mum managed to find some lighter fluid in Braintree, I had to walk the dog, after which I was permitted to trial my "tennis ball mortar" on the patio... This, by the way, is one of the devices in a book I have called "Backyard Ballistics"... I have chosen this summer to eventually get using the instructions in it, instead of just dreaming of shooting at the Head's house with a potato cannon :D

Sadly, my first attempt at the mortar (made with pringles tubes and gaffer tape) failed misserably... My dad was spot on when he said my Quote of the Moment: it literally did only make it over the flowerbed, on the best of my variations of shooting. Oops... Also, on one attempt where I made the touch-hole too big (and had to fill it again with more gaffer tape which then melted :D) I had a big back-draft, which singed all the hairs off the inside of my wrist... Oops!

Other than that... Watched Battle Royale again tonight... the Japenese film where a class of teenagers get 3 days, last man standing, on an island, with weapons ranging from Uzis to saucepan lids... Tis a gory gem, with pr0 classicalish music too... The theme from Platoon at one point, for example...

Hmmm... that's about it for now... If anyone's in the Felsted region at any time, phone me... 01245 362151... If anyone's tried texting me, you won't have had a reply because my mobile is still in the possession of MRC after I unwisely jettisoned it in a dressing gown during the last night of term festivities... :D pfft, it was buggered anyway! The only thing I could do on it was make outbound calls... Useless Siemens junk! :p

Anyway (my overused word of the year), I really will be off now... G'night, all!

CCF - Camping it up...

Quote of the moment: Hands off your cocks and put on your socks... LOL

Eggers m8, saying things like that only makes us mock you more... :p I'll put that in context further into my epic saga...

Chapter One: In which Will gets on a train.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, it was the morning after leavers and Will P went to Chelmsford station to take a train up to Stirling, in Bonnie Scotland... Twas the time for the annual coming together and getting bitten by midges, aka CCF camp.

We headed to London, tubed to King's Cross and hopped on the Och-Aye Express. We changed at Edinburgh, and as is traditional (ie it happened last year too) we cunningly chose the carriage on which the air conditioning would break down shortly after leaving the station, and had a very pleasant journey...

Having reached the wonderful camp, formerly the home of WWII German POWs, (the only changes are pointing the barbed wire outwards and building girls loos), we had a thrilling evening doing nowt. 

Chapter Two: In which Will gets his (latex-covered) hands bloody.

Monday morning for me was spent recceing the area of our little exercise on Wednesday, and in the afternoon I rejoined les petits soldats for the survival stand... Here we learnt moisture trapping, bear trapping, snare making, shelter building and animal preparation... The tres amusant instructor used the gutted fish as a glove puppet... :D

Now, according to the house rules, gutting a rabbit can traumatise anyone under 18, apparently... So, being keen to get bloody, I jumped at the chance.

MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA...
 
Ahem. Anyway, extra goriness was provided by the rabbit being pregnant, and the instructor trying to juggle the childs once I'd skinned it and slit open the belly... LOL. I am very wrong, I know, but he was awesomely wrong...

That night was spent in shelters constructed by les cadets, in groups of 5-8... And the seniors had to be split up among the yr 10, so I had a nice little workforce :D By lifted a felled tree onto the roots of another one which had been uprooted, and covering it with the sacking stuff provided, we had a shelter big enough for me to stand up in... not bad considering everyone else had to crawl... Mwhaha - SCHTOP. I don't know vot I am doing either... Soz!

Chapter Three: In which Eggers gets lost.

Tuesday was our range day. We started by being led a merry dance over two hills, by the aforementioned Eggers, when he took the instruction "just over that hill" as meaning go over the highest hill in that diection, not follow the instructor's Land Rover that had just headed along a blindingly obvious track... Fired MG's etc, and did a falling plate thing in groups of 10... Quite fun... We had a row of targets at 100m and another at 200m... the first lot got slaughtered, but the second lot survived pretty much unharmed...

Chapter Four: In which Will is a terrorist.

Wednesday was the day of our lovely little exercise... The "Enemy" (me, Major Jarman and 3 Univeristy guys from Aberdeen, including a Jim look-a-like who tied two red enemy armbands around his head to look like Rambo) spent most of it halfway up a hill covered in sheep and their excrement, making hot chocolate, next to a Secret Hideout - Extremely Dangerous (a S.H.E.D.). We were being observed by les cadets, who did fine until one group got scared when we wandered over to see why the bracken was moving and they stood up and pegged it...

I also learnt the exceedingly simple firing of mini-flares (point and pull the trigger-button), and when the O.T.C. trio woke up at last, we set out some trip flares around our S.H.E.D... We then settled down to await the imminent attack...

When it came, we knew when the Fire-support team moved into position on the hillside on our flank, because all the sheep ran away from where they hid... We then saw the rest of them because they stopped to prepare for the assault about 100m away, and Eggers stood up... clap clap... Rambo started shooting at him, but was then told to stop because we weren't supposed to know they were there... (Y) Yah!

So the cadets eventually ran up towards us, with smoke grenades going off, setting off the first flare nicely... they overran us and our S.H.E.D., tripped the next flare in the gateway behind us, then got attacked again by the other two OTC who'd run off up the stream bed near us when the attack started... They then headed back to their base by the other likely route to/from our position... Which we'd obviously put a trip flare on too... But this one was even better, because the cadet who kicked it did so so hard that the flare was pulled off its stand and was dragged along behind him by the wire wrapped around his foot... PMSL!!!11!1!!ein!ein!11ein!! 

The enemy, minus Major Jarman, then bugged out to ambush the fire support group on their way back... He stayed behind to look for his rifle, which had actually been nabbed by an overzealous Ed Hutley when doing a body search...

Meanwhile we set up our last trip flare across a ford on the track the fire-support were taking back... not only that, but it was about 50m into a wood, with a gate they had to climb over... So when they triggered it, they were penned in brilliantly... LOL... btw, the OTC had proper SA80s, not Cadet GPs, so they were firing off whole magazines on automatic... W00t w00t! Meanwhile I was popping off the last of the mini-flares over their heads, and laughing madly, of course... Lolathon...

Since I'm being bugged by my dear sisters to let them check their email, I shall finish this either later tonight or tomorrow... Ciaodles, if anyone actually checks my blog between now and then...

Watching the rain...

Quote of the moment:
Doo-di-doo-doo doo-di-doo-di doo-doo-di-doo-di...

Singing in the rain...
I'm singing in the rain...
What a glorious feeling... etc etc


THERE IS NO WHY. THERE IS ONLY ME, said Will in the leaden tones of Death...

Hmmm. Am in the library, watching the rain running down the window, wondering wtf is going to happen to the eagerly anticipated (by myself and Fares anyway) tug-of-war...

Methinks it might be cancelled... Shame!

Oooh, we have sunlight... there's hope yet...

This is in fact the most boring, waste-of-time entry I've ever written. Pfft, it's keeping me occupied for a while! Ooooooooh, thunder... 8-0

I give up. Am heading to stocks to harass podgy, since I think she's the only person in at the moment... honestly, one might almost think you wanted to get away from the place... :p

Comments

Quote of the moment:
How poof, who has these comments, honestly. Bring back HaloScan.

In other news, w00t w00t, ownage.

And in other news, I'm having a 9 hour coding marathon.

Cya @ 8:45 down the club where all you wankers need to sign [Best Scary Spice Bo Selecta Voice] me new boooook [/Best Scary Spice Bo Selecta Voice]


Thus spake the great Rob... I hear and obey... the blogger comments are indeed n00b...

An Update...

Quote of the moment:
I want to do an Achilles on someone - Jim


So, as you might guess from the above, saw Troy tonight... but in the correct chronological order: Excluding the random one last night about the pics, which I have so far failed to put up, my last post was Monday afternoon... So since then...

Monday night - did a smattering of Chemistry Revision

Tuesday - Had my last exam in the morning. Went quite well, I thought... It was ironic that only Prillo hated it... When only Prillo DIDN'T hate the P3 exam, for example... After that, having meant to go home straight away, I hung around in the library, went to lunch, watched spaceballs with Will T, Jimmy and Jim, then finally went and packed up my stuff and went home... Study all clear but for posters and my fridge, which my 'rents picked up later when they went to some Netball Tour meeting thing... In the evening, went to a pub in North End, where met a minibus full of strangely familiar people... 3 hours later, Elwyns UVI apart from me (and Rob, Paddy and Anthony) returned to Elwyns in the same minibus... Along with Mr's Gwyther, Golden and Bennett, and our dear Matron who just happens to be the minibus controller... Even more tragic, the pub quiz machine proved too much for our combined mental power... (I blame the sports rounds)... We kept falling just short of the ***Cash Prizes*** (What a surprise!) but Mr Gwyther seemed sure we'd win... It was his money we were putting in, anyway!

Wednesday - Technically yesterday, since it's well past midnight... Thought I'd have a lie in... Overindulged a bit... Woke up around 1pm (quite good for me!) and was driven to Chelmsford, to buy a dinner jacket... Also got a present for someone, as an apology for being a muppet... However, due to not taking a charged phone with me, and not going home for a long while after then, I now need rather more than what I got. Eeek!...
Following that, I took my mother's car (she met me and my dad in Chelmsford, having gone straight from work) and headed off to Freeport, where I met Jimmy and Prillo, and we got rained on... Pril left plus one handbag and one cash sum extracted for teachers presents... I left feeling poor! After that, went into Felsted, picked up Vince, went to Jim's, found Jim's mum... Jim was a little trickier to locate, but eventually we spotted him as we combed his paddocks... He was wearing a classic farmer get-up, and walking his duck. Not dog, duck. Uhuh. Though it is an exceedingly cool duck... It got bored after I held it for a while, and tried to fly away, but its wings are still rather tiny, so it was a bit of a dive...
We then watched the Simpsons while Jim changed out of his farmer gear, and headed back to Freeport... Bought tickets, went to KFC, came back, watched Troy. IT IS K3WL. Has some rather amusing take-offs of Gladiator, among others, though I don't know whether they were intentional or just unoriginal... And it did make the 10 years seem like a week! But it was still pr0.
We then returned to my abode, at last, where Vince signed me book, and we indulged in a little goldeneye... :D those were the days, indeed... Jim also practiced his Achilles technique on a plastic bottle in my garden... With surprisingly impressive effects! I then finally got rid of the pair of bums around half two... Vince obviously returning by the traditional Elwyns TV room window route... Though all of this is technically on Thursday :D
I then managed to plug in my phone to charge, and discovered, as expected, that I had missed a phonecall and had a couple of unhappy answerphone messages to prove it... So I'm in le poop... How rare! I then logged on, and here I am... Far too much typing later... :D I also had a peek at Pikea 3... Quite pr0... And the phrase I was looking for yesterday in the library, the new "titty biscuits" equivalent, is "arse fez". So there you go!

Well, that's pretty me wrapped up... Tomorrow, I have to put in another far-too-early appearance in House at break time... Then it's CCF parade, where I have to unpack and repack my kit, to prove its existence and packedness prior to being shipped off to camp on Saturday with the yr 10... Which is nice! Then it's on to the relays and the great tug-of-war... Then the final club session and bbq... All in all, a day I shout have approached with considerably more sleep! It's starting to get light now, so I should probably be off to bed... I have successfully bumped up my word count quite a bit... And also written quite a lot of crap, all about ME! Hurrah! Well, I might as well glorify myself, no-one else will! :D

Goodnight!