In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus
Quote of the moment:
"In the land of the blind the man with the naff hat is king."
My hat may be awesome, but even better was that I didn't actually have labs this morning. I wasn't really listening in the introductory lecture when we got told this, so I turned up at 9am...
When I discovered my mistake, I decided to go the union to get myself a Rubber Duck ticket. The union box-office doesn't open until midday. Having reminded myself of this fact, I ended up in the National Museum and Gallery of Wales on the other side of the road to kill time til I could get a ticket. It was pretty good, being like a condensed museum with small rooms of various things, like a room of impressionist paintings and one of celtic crosses. Stuck to the gallery side apart from the crosses, which were a kind of no-man's land, being artefacts but displayed (in a round skylit room near the centre of the museum) like artistic pieces.
Tonight I achieved the dubious honour of being the only person to bother dressing up, although I was going as Shaggy, so I merely removed the homemade mask and was just randomly dressed in green. The senior men and women and the novice women are all racing on Saturday, so they weren't going out (apart from a few who only came to the pub and stuck to coke) and there was only a handful of novice men who'd recovered sufficiently from their 5k tests this afternoon. There was also apparently a rescheduled club commitee meeting which occupied the core of the seniors, including the social secretary! Vice Captain Olly did come to the pub and was kind enough to tell me that taking the 5k test as soon as my shoulder's recovered would be fine. How generous! The lack of an audience may be a disadvantage though, since it was apparently a great boost today to be shouted at non-stop.
On the topic of dressing up, the social shirts have finally come! They're to be distributed in tomorrow/tonight's circuits. Hurrah! Also on the topic of dressing up, the long-since promised evidence of my cheerleader outfit:
The 59 is explained by what's on the front
I ended up in Rubber Duck with Rhodri and Paul, who provided the highlight of the night by wedgy-ing Little James so hard, when we met him on the way home, that his boxers were ripped and hanging in tatters out of his trousers.
"In the land of the blind the man with the naff hat is king."
My hat may be awesome, but even better was that I didn't actually have labs this morning. I wasn't really listening in the introductory lecture when we got told this, so I turned up at 9am...
When I discovered my mistake, I decided to go the union to get myself a Rubber Duck ticket. The union box-office doesn't open until midday. Having reminded myself of this fact, I ended up in the National Museum and Gallery of Wales on the other side of the road to kill time til I could get a ticket. It was pretty good, being like a condensed museum with small rooms of various things, like a room of impressionist paintings and one of celtic crosses. Stuck to the gallery side apart from the crosses, which were a kind of no-man's land, being artefacts but displayed (in a round skylit room near the centre of the museum) like artistic pieces.
Tonight I achieved the dubious honour of being the only person to bother dressing up, although I was going as Shaggy, so I merely removed the homemade mask and was just randomly dressed in green. The senior men and women and the novice women are all racing on Saturday, so they weren't going out (apart from a few who only came to the pub and stuck to coke) and there was only a handful of novice men who'd recovered sufficiently from their 5k tests this afternoon. There was also apparently a rescheduled club commitee meeting which occupied the core of the seniors, including the social secretary! Vice Captain Olly did come to the pub and was kind enough to tell me that taking the 5k test as soon as my shoulder's recovered would be fine. How generous! The lack of an audience may be a disadvantage though, since it was apparently a great boost today to be shouted at non-stop.
On the topic of dressing up, the social shirts have finally come! They're to be distributed in tomorrow/tonight's circuits. Hurrah! Also on the topic of dressing up, the long-since promised evidence of my cheerleader outfit:
The 59 is explained by what's on the front
I ended up in Rubber Duck with Rhodri and Paul, who provided the highlight of the night by wedgy-ing Little James so hard, when we met him on the way home, that his boxers were ripped and hanging in tatters out of his trousers.
2 comments:
Awwwww. Poor boy! What are you LIKE Willum?!
A genius, obviously. I think Trotsky. Hair, generalship and tendency to get ill at crucial moments.
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