Funny things have happened to me that I have forgotten to write on this blog. Here are the one's I can remember right now....
1) Was out with my friend Judith, when the bouncer walked up to us, while we were enjoying a quiet gin and tonic and discussing recent events. "Ladies," he said to us, "you two are easily the youngest in here, so do you mind me asking how old you are?" Glancing around, noting that the pub was indeed peopled by the older set, we told him our ages, then waited for him to ask us for ID. "Ok," he smiled, "have a nice night." And off he walks. Apparently, there is now an honesty system running in London pubs. Or perhaps they are not telling anyone under 18 that once you turn 18 you can drink? Who knows.
2) The other day, while on my way to uni, I was running very late. Turning the corner onto the train platform, I saw my train, took a flying leap, went through the doors just as they were closing. They crashed onto my arm (the doors don't stop closing for ANYTHING here, it's a danger I tells you) causing me to go flying into the carriage. I straightened up, glanced around, looked straight at the woman sitting next to the door, who smiled and said, quite loudly "Don't worry. I'm sure nobody noticed". I strongly suspect she was lying to me.
3) The other day I was at uni, in the bathrooms. I was thinking about the differences between hydroelectric dams and pulp mills (my new favourite topic) and became distracted. I started washing my hands, turned the tap on too full, causing the water to come out with such force that it splashed onto my hands and right into my crotch, making it look like I had wet myself. There was no hand dryer in the bathroom.
It;s very cold, and I;m quite tired. So I'm going to bed now, with my humiliation eased by the act of sharing it with you all, and with my dreams sure to be full of the difference between kinetic energy being converted into electricity and the separation of lignin and cellulose fibres.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Definitely, actually, specifically
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's a new week, so a new blog entry. I am sitting here eating a very unsatisfying breakfast of tea and bad tasting fruit (pre-chopped, must be eaten in a day or the juices mix together and it all tastes gross).
Had a very exciting weekend (some will disagree that this was the case) going to watch the Jessup mooting competition at Grey's Inn. For those of you not in the law-school-knowm this is a big international competition, pitting sleep deprived, competitive law students against one another, with a free trip to Washington and glory on the line. My uni had a team in, and as a mooter myself, I went along to get some tips. It was all highly political, with coaches cheating, trash talking, rivalry etc. There was one team I watched who were appalingly bad, but generally the standard was pretty high. Then the team from my uni didn't get through (despite winning best speaker and best respondent memorial), and one average team got through. Apparently this was all due to a political decision, as none of the big universities, or winners of individual prizes, got through. Drama! It was all very exciting, though maybe this is because I'm a law geek.
After this, I went and had Vietnamese with a friend in little Vietnam (aka, Shoreditch. You can't walk five minutes up that street without hitting a Vietnamese restaurant or cafe, and we are challenging ourselves to eat at all of them). The following day, headed out for MY FIRST PANCAKES IN LONDON at My Old Dutch. Delicious.... But packed with families. So maybe don't head there on a Sunday lunch time if you want to have peaceful pancake time.
Other than that, looking ahead to a crazy week preparing for my own moot (on this Saturday). The pressures on now, and we must win. Or die trying. Congrats to Katie who got engaged by the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Had a very exciting weekend (some will disagree that this was the case) going to watch the Jessup mooting competition at Grey's Inn. For those of you not in the law-school-knowm this is a big international competition, pitting sleep deprived, competitive law students against one another, with a free trip to Washington and glory on the line. My uni had a team in, and as a mooter myself, I went along to get some tips. It was all highly political, with coaches cheating, trash talking, rivalry etc. There was one team I watched who were appalingly bad, but generally the standard was pretty high. Then the team from my uni didn't get through (despite winning best speaker and best respondent memorial), and one average team got through. Apparently this was all due to a political decision, as none of the big universities, or winners of individual prizes, got through. Drama! It was all very exciting, though maybe this is because I'm a law geek.
After this, I went and had Vietnamese with a friend in little Vietnam (aka, Shoreditch. You can't walk five minutes up that street without hitting a Vietnamese restaurant or cafe, and we are challenging ourselves to eat at all of them). The following day, headed out for MY FIRST PANCAKES IN LONDON at My Old Dutch. Delicious.... But packed with families. So maybe don't head there on a Sunday lunch time if you want to have peaceful pancake time.
Other than that, looking ahead to a crazy week preparing for my own moot (on this Saturday). The pressures on now, and we must win. Or die trying. Congrats to Katie who got engaged by the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saturday morning
Well, it has been ages since I blogged. Sorry to the fans. I know your out there! Well, I wish I had more exciting things to impart. But here is a quick run down of the last week and a half....
On Sunday night, I went off to the ballet with Judith. Despite the fact that the ballet is oh so pretentious, it turned out to be ab fab darling, and quite enjoyable. Plus the tickets were cheap. It was an American company, and they did parts in traditional ballet chereography and then parts in a contemporary way, so it was very cool. The ballet always makes me feel inadequate though. I'm just not skinny and bendy enough.
This week has been all about mooting. We have been having practices EVERY DAY because we thought the moot was going to be next week. We subsequently discover that it might not be until the end of March, which was like a kick in the guts, with all the extremely early mornings we've been putting in. So one week of frenzied preparation... wasted. Oh well.
Other than that, work is fine, I spilled and entire pint of Guiness on someone who looked not very pleased, but really, why did he leave the pint right in my way? That's your own fault darling.
In other news, I am the only person not thrilled about this Egyptian guy resigning, I mean, maybe I should be. But I'm not very current affairs aware. Sorry all.
On Sunday night, I went off to the ballet with Judith. Despite the fact that the ballet is oh so pretentious, it turned out to be ab fab darling, and quite enjoyable. Plus the tickets were cheap. It was an American company, and they did parts in traditional ballet chereography and then parts in a contemporary way, so it was very cool. The ballet always makes me feel inadequate though. I'm just not skinny and bendy enough.
This week has been all about mooting. We have been having practices EVERY DAY because we thought the moot was going to be next week. We subsequently discover that it might not be until the end of March, which was like a kick in the guts, with all the extremely early mornings we've been putting in. So one week of frenzied preparation... wasted. Oh well.
Other than that, work is fine, I spilled and entire pint of Guiness on someone who looked not very pleased, but really, why did he leave the pint right in my way? That's your own fault darling.
In other news, I am the only person not thrilled about this Egyptian guy resigning, I mean, maybe I should be. But I'm not very current affairs aware. Sorry all.
Friday, February 4, 2011
People say the darndest things
This will have to be a very quick blog friends, as I need to run out the door, screaming all the way to the bus stop, to go to uni for a meeting with my supervisor and then a moot meeting.
I have to say, now that it's February, I am starting to freak just a tad about exams etc. I mean, the moot could be happening THIS MONTH. At the end of next month, classes finish. For good. Then we have a break for a month, then we have exams, then it's just dissertation work time. Don't feel prepared for any of these thing! Although I expect in June, when my exams are over, the moot is over, and I am working on my dissertation (which is actually something i think I will enjoy doing) I will be very happy. And it shall be sunny.
Anyway, to make you smile, I was reading the evening Standard the other day, and found an article about strange requests flight attendants had had. My favourites were: "Excuse me ma'am, can you help me find my glass eye?" (it was never discovered), "Can I open a window please?", "Could you show me to the showers please?" and of course, "Can you please take my children to the play area?" Reasons some people should stay in one spot....
I have to say, now that it's February, I am starting to freak just a tad about exams etc. I mean, the moot could be happening THIS MONTH. At the end of next month, classes finish. For good. Then we have a break for a month, then we have exams, then it's just dissertation work time. Don't feel prepared for any of these thing! Although I expect in June, when my exams are over, the moot is over, and I am working on my dissertation (which is actually something i think I will enjoy doing) I will be very happy. And it shall be sunny.
Anyway, to make you smile, I was reading the evening Standard the other day, and found an article about strange requests flight attendants had had. My favourites were: "Excuse me ma'am, can you help me find my glass eye?" (it was never discovered), "Can I open a window please?", "Could you show me to the showers please?" and of course, "Can you please take my children to the play area?" Reasons some people should stay in one spot....
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Life's a cabaret
One of those extremely random London nights last night, which has woken me from my apathy and drawn me to the computer to blog about it. Judith and I went to the cabaret.
Now I should preface this by saying that Judith checked it all out on Time Out London, and heard about this place which was having an open mike night last night. So, being curious people and liking a laugh as much as the next group, off we went.
The first thing is that the bar was TINY. I later discovered it used to be an underground men's toilet that had been converted (incidentally, it's the men's toilet where Oscar Wilde was arrested for being gay) and it was definitely around the right size. TINY. There was a little bar up one end and a tiny stage area up the other, so Judith and I took seats on stools shaped like lips, were given some complimentary popcorn, and settled in to enjoy the show.
The show was being presented by an extremely camp gentleman named Champagne Charlie, who was wearing a monocle and a smoking cap, and kept yelling out "Champagne!". Brilliant. All the singers were excellent, some singing jazz classics and some singing songs they made up themselves. All very nice. It was about half way through that we realised everyone in the room was gay, which was about the same point we realised everyone in the room thought WE were gay. But we kept smiling.... and then.... we had a song dedicated to us by one of the singers! We didn't know him, he didn't know us, but he got up and dedicated the song to "all the lesbian cowgirls in the room". Since there were fifteen people squeezed into the tiny room, and I was wearing a checked shirt and Judith was wearing cow boy boots, we assume this was a reference to us. We kept smiling, and congratulated him after the show. Actually, everyone there was insanely nice. They all seemed to know one another, but they still came up and chatted to us, which was lovely. Someone even sang Goldfinger.
The best part of the night though, easily, was the toilets. They had clear doors that frosted over when you locked them. Crazy!
Then, on our way out, the only straight man in the room decided to try his luck. Hilariously, he told me I sounded very posh and asked me if I dined with the queen. "One must occasionally condescend to call upon her" I told him, before heading off the the bus stop. All in all, an excellent night out. The cellardoor friends, I recommend it.
Well, in other news, I haven't blogged in ages. Sorry! Not much to report: moot practice is going ok (hard though) I am not getting enough hours at work (its making me lazy to have all this free time) and I am missing my mum a lot. Yes, it's sad to admit that on the internet but there you go.... I'm a maverick.
Now I should preface this by saying that Judith checked it all out on Time Out London, and heard about this place which was having an open mike night last night. So, being curious people and liking a laugh as much as the next group, off we went.
The first thing is that the bar was TINY. I later discovered it used to be an underground men's toilet that had been converted (incidentally, it's the men's toilet where Oscar Wilde was arrested for being gay) and it was definitely around the right size. TINY. There was a little bar up one end and a tiny stage area up the other, so Judith and I took seats on stools shaped like lips, were given some complimentary popcorn, and settled in to enjoy the show.
The show was being presented by an extremely camp gentleman named Champagne Charlie, who was wearing a monocle and a smoking cap, and kept yelling out "Champagne!". Brilliant. All the singers were excellent, some singing jazz classics and some singing songs they made up themselves. All very nice. It was about half way through that we realised everyone in the room was gay, which was about the same point we realised everyone in the room thought WE were gay. But we kept smiling.... and then.... we had a song dedicated to us by one of the singers! We didn't know him, he didn't know us, but he got up and dedicated the song to "all the lesbian cowgirls in the room". Since there were fifteen people squeezed into the tiny room, and I was wearing a checked shirt and Judith was wearing cow boy boots, we assume this was a reference to us. We kept smiling, and congratulated him after the show. Actually, everyone there was insanely nice. They all seemed to know one another, but they still came up and chatted to us, which was lovely. Someone even sang Goldfinger.
The best part of the night though, easily, was the toilets. They had clear doors that frosted over when you locked them. Crazy!
Then, on our way out, the only straight man in the room decided to try his luck. Hilariously, he told me I sounded very posh and asked me if I dined with the queen. "One must occasionally condescend to call upon her" I told him, before heading off the the bus stop. All in all, an excellent night out. The cellardoor friends, I recommend it.
Well, in other news, I haven't blogged in ages. Sorry! Not much to report: moot practice is going ok (hard though) I am not getting enough hours at work (its making me lazy to have all this free time) and I am missing my mum a lot. Yes, it's sad to admit that on the internet but there you go.... I'm a maverick.
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