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"I'm going to sexually molest your dog" #

What a legend. That one's definitely coming out the next time I want to insult someone.

In recent news: I'm home, at last, having survived a final week including a Rowing Christmas Ball and a "family" outing to Bounce. Both involved wine and thus naturally somewhat drunken, but I managed to come through with minimal memory loss and no major head injuries. Score!

The best bit of Thursday night was playing drunken sardines til 6am. I was unfindable when I got up into the loft. Go me. Paul swore he heard something but they searched they top floor and when he suggested the loft, I was passed off as "a rat". Lol. Better than that, though, was me, Matt and Moz lined up on the windowsill of the front groundfloor room (Matt's) hanging out of the window to minimise the bulge we were making in the curtains and waving drunkenly at the guy cycling past the end of the road.

The Legend of Steve Farrington

Quote of the moment:
"Do you know who I am?... I'm kind of a big deal... I have lots of leather bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany..." - Steve last night, to at least 5 separate girls.

Practised the line-out skills again last night. Free Bounce t-shirts being thrown out - I made it home with 3. Score... I needed to change into one of them halfway through because I was drenched with sweat. Yummy. It was so hot and sweaty that the steam was condensing on the air-con ducts and dripping back down. Lovely.

Steve was entertainingly drunk last night. He passed out on my shoulder just after 2, then needed supporting all the way home apart from random moments of manic energy, such as the one when he grabbed a big plastic crate of milk bottles and hurled it at the wall. Fortunately only the bottles broke, not the window he nearly hit. He then fell asleep on the pavement outside Senghennydd Court, before running off around the corner and falling over when I asked for his key. Damn stupid thing to do, eh? You'd never catch me doing anything like that...

Loves It We Doesss

Quote of the moment:
(Will comes out of the gym)
"To Tesco now? Oh no, we already decided that, didn't we? Tesco tomorrow coming back from the boat club. K. Not that we talk to ourselves, of course. We wouldn't do a thing like that."

Not out loud anyway.

Moving into the new house tomorrow. Here is a minimap:

Pub
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|-K3/K9
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Me-----------Union

Scale: roughly 1 centimetre to 50 metres, or 1:5000. Yes, it does look straight down an avenue to the back door of the union. Even I can get home. Even when I'm concussed. Score.

Neighbours

Quote of the moment:
"Get the door - it's Will"

- the first thing produced by the sloganiser when I tried it. Highly appropriate. I've just got my housing assignment for next year. 64 Miskin Street. About as much effort to get to the K3/K9 as going upstairs to K9. They may not be impressed :p

It's also a very short stagger straight out the back of the union and plumb in the middle of studentville. I couldn't have picked a better place if I'd even considered trying...

In health news, women think they sleep worse sharing a bed, but they actually sleep better... men on the other hand sleep worse. No suprises there.