Rabbit's Lucky Day
Quote of the moment:
Went to see the regional "Army Recruitment Adviser (Officers)" who was at his termly visit to the university careers centre. Wore the suit, tie, silver cufflinks, scholar's tie, the works. I was pretty much just transferring from the East Anglia one to here, but I still got a few questions just for good measure. Apparently I was the first person in a week to know Charles Clarke was home secretary and the only applicant he's ever met who knew that the Iraqi Kurds are actually Sunni, thus the balance of power in Iraq is held by the Shi'ite Arabs and Sunni Kurds, replacing the Sunni Arabs (eg Saddam Hussein). W00tage for me.
More importantly, as of this summer ACL injuries (such as mine) are no longer grounds for automatic medical unfitness for service, so if I reapply this year (or any time until the maximum age of 28) I will be eligible for normal entry, without the need for an appeal, provided I can pass the fitness assesments and have a letter declaring complete recovery from my surgeon.
GABORA!
W00t! Yes, I was very excited. VERY VERY VERY. GABORA AGAIN! That means I go from probable rejection to probable acceptance, unless I muck up my knee further or somehow mess up my commisions board tests. If only I'd known that at the start of term, I might be a TASO (Territorial Army Sponsored Officer) in the OTC by now.
D'oh!
Nevermind, I'm going to see if I can join late anyway. Mwahahah!
In other news: I was so happy afterwards that I went to the gym with Steve (the rowing runt) for a fair while. I was recognised again by Inger Nag, who yelled "POYNTZ!" at me across the gym, I felt power mad when telling Steve (who has been to TWO inductions because they didn't record his first in the computer) how to use stuff and I did a 2k ergo (poo due to stomach cramp) and 2 ten minute sets at the end. We were going to leave after the first but I was riding the adrenaline wave and would have done a third if possible. As it was I beat my distance for the first one, 2532 to 2481. Ownage.
I love the spanky new machines in the gym where you can get a "ghost" (aka a "paceboat") going along next to "your boat" which is based on a previous time you can select from the most recent 50, which are stored in the memory. It's like playing timetrial on Mario Kart, except sweatier. Thanks to that I kept my split time (how long to do 500m) below 2 minutes for the whole of the second one and downed my stroke rate to only 27 strokes per minute (up to 29 for the last 2 mins, because of sprinting at the end). That's down from about 34 and I did better, because I was getting the hang of the slow powerful stroke thing, as I need to, being a lack-of-finesse "engine room" (central four) candidate (based on size, mainly. Smaller people need awesome technique because that's more important at the bow and stern than power).
I was indeed on a roll. That roll continued into the evening, because since there was no rowing pub meeting due to the big night last night my young acquaintance + mates came to the Taf (the union pub) instead, which happened to be where I was. Cha-ching. Cue use of conversational skills - but I was on a roll. NP's mate, NP's. Went into Rubber Duck a while later, doo-doo-doo-di-doo, even managed to catch another free wristband (like the one I got in on tonight) but I obviously was a gentleman and gave it away. Well, at least I know where to go next wednesday :D
To top off the night's entertainment, upon returning home I got yelled at out of an upstairs window by Sian, one of the neighbours I know. Went up, found Matt from K3 and another Sian in there. Very confusing. When Matt and I returned downstairs I went to check if Steve had returned from Rubber Duck ok without me (I walked milady the first part of the way home when she left, then bummed straight back here without him) and we opened the door to their flat to see "Little James" (the tall skinny one, resembles a cross between Jimmy and Jim) curled up and passed out in the corridor outside his room. Apparently he'd lost his room key, but had said not to call security to let him in in case he barfed on them. LOL.
Pictures of that (that I took with Matt's camera) soon, hopefully.
Slightly drunk and extremely verbose Will, out.
[Edit 3:14am - I just checked my mark for my first drawing on Blackboard. Average was 13.9 out of 20. I got 18. On...A...Roll.]
Went to see the regional "Army Recruitment Adviser (Officers)" who was at his termly visit to the university careers centre. Wore the suit, tie, silver cufflinks, scholar's tie, the works. I was pretty much just transferring from the East Anglia one to here, but I still got a few questions just for good measure. Apparently I was the first person in a week to know Charles Clarke was home secretary and the only applicant he's ever met who knew that the Iraqi Kurds are actually Sunni, thus the balance of power in Iraq is held by the Shi'ite Arabs and Sunni Kurds, replacing the Sunni Arabs (eg Saddam Hussein). W00tage for me.
More importantly, as of this summer ACL injuries (such as mine) are no longer grounds for automatic medical unfitness for service, so if I reapply this year (or any time until the maximum age of 28) I will be eligible for normal entry, without the need for an appeal, provided I can pass the fitness assesments and have a letter declaring complete recovery from my surgeon.
GABORA!
W00t! Yes, I was very excited. VERY VERY VERY. GABORA AGAIN! That means I go from probable rejection to probable acceptance, unless I muck up my knee further or somehow mess up my commisions board tests. If only I'd known that at the start of term, I might be a TASO (Territorial Army Sponsored Officer) in the OTC by now.
D'oh!
Nevermind, I'm going to see if I can join late anyway. Mwahahah!
In other news: I was so happy afterwards that I went to the gym with Steve (the rowing runt) for a fair while. I was recognised again by Inger Nag, who yelled "POYNTZ!" at me across the gym, I felt power mad when telling Steve (who has been to TWO inductions because they didn't record his first in the computer) how to use stuff and I did a 2k ergo (poo due to stomach cramp) and 2 ten minute sets at the end. We were going to leave after the first but I was riding the adrenaline wave and would have done a third if possible. As it was I beat my distance for the first one, 2532 to 2481. Ownage.
I love the spanky new machines in the gym where you can get a "ghost" (aka a "paceboat") going along next to "your boat" which is based on a previous time you can select from the most recent 50, which are stored in the memory. It's like playing timetrial on Mario Kart, except sweatier. Thanks to that I kept my split time (how long to do 500m) below 2 minutes for the whole of the second one and downed my stroke rate to only 27 strokes per minute (up to 29 for the last 2 mins, because of sprinting at the end). That's down from about 34 and I did better, because I was getting the hang of the slow powerful stroke thing, as I need to, being a lack-of-finesse "engine room" (central four) candidate (based on size, mainly. Smaller people need awesome technique because that's more important at the bow and stern than power).
I was indeed on a roll. That roll continued into the evening, because since there was no rowing pub meeting due to the big night last night my young acquaintance + mates came to the Taf (the union pub) instead, which happened to be where I was. Cha-ching. Cue use of conversational skills - but I was on a roll. NP's mate, NP's. Went into Rubber Duck a while later, doo-doo-doo-di-doo, even managed to catch another free wristband (like the one I got in on tonight) but I obviously was a gentleman and gave it away. Well, at least I know where to go next wednesday :D
To top off the night's entertainment, upon returning home I got yelled at out of an upstairs window by Sian, one of the neighbours I know. Went up, found Matt from K3 and another Sian in there. Very confusing. When Matt and I returned downstairs I went to check if Steve had returned from Rubber Duck ok without me (I walked milady the first part of the way home when she left, then bummed straight back here without him) and we opened the door to their flat to see "Little James" (the tall skinny one, resembles a cross between Jimmy and Jim) curled up and passed out in the corridor outside his room. Apparently he'd lost his room key, but had said not to call security to let him in in case he barfed on them. LOL.
Pictures of that (that I took with Matt's camera) soon, hopefully.
Slightly drunk and extremely verbose Will, out.
[Edit 3:14am - I just checked my mark for my first drawing on Blackboard. Average was 13.9 out of 20. I got 18. On...A...Roll.]
1 comment:
Little James woke up this morning, got let back in (and charged £5 for the privilege), then got changed out of his minging vomit stained clothes... and his key fell out of the back pocket of his jeans.
LOL.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I assumed he'd been let in by someone else, but he'd actually let himself in, put his key in his pocket while he vomited (missing the toilet bowl with the first attempt) then gone to his room, failed to remember where his key was and fallen asleep in the corridor.
Awesome.
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