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  • Wednesday, April 20, 2005

    Ok, so we were all at Paul, Kieran and Fred's house and the phone rings. We are all doing maths coursework, so Fred, not being part of our group, went to get the phone. Wrong number. It rings again, and to alay the boredom, I suggest someone else answers, and pretends to be a different wrong number. This is done, and then it rings again, I answer, in a similar manner.

    Now this is all well and good, untill the caller introduces himself as from the police...

    What makes it worse is that Fred knew already... and LET US CARRY ON!

    Dammit.
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    Sunday, April 17, 2005

    Wow, regarding the term "breeder" just found out that I must have come across it at some point before the Bristol epiphany... On Something Positive.

    I think I ranted about it once, but can not recall, can anyone else remember? I really have no desire to trawl through my archives at this time of night... so it would speed things up hugely if someone could either find it and tell me what date it was, or tell me just to go on about it now... That is what the comment box is for after all... making me actually do some blogging!
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    Right. Yeah. By tomorrow I meant "a long time."

    Things I learned recently: Do not leave your mobile number in a book in someone else's house. It causes problematic phonecalls.

    It is in fact possible to trick people into swallowing large quantities of poison.

    I should have had a haircut when I was at home.

    But anyway, London adventures... I met up with Nikki, lovely person still, and her friend Michele (I think). I was of course, hungover, and (also of course) very late, but we went on the Eye, had pizza hung out (bizarrely) in Waterloo station. There was the purchase of phonecards. There was then some Covent Garden action, random buskers and a disney shop. Oh... and a truely awfull picture. Fortunately there were also some better photographs in the tube just before we parted ways.

    Despite the time since we last met, I think we both agree that we stil get on really well, which is a real testament to the power and durability of the emotions of the human spirit. Or some bullshit like that. Possibly just means that we are nice people. Nah, I think I will be going witht he first option, slightly more likely.

    Now, go search www.ask.com for;

    what do you call someone who only eats fish

    Or if you are really lazy, and trusting I guess, just go here
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    Monday, April 11, 2005

    Right, back in the country, time to start posting again. For this one though, I am going to pretend I am about a week in the past, making "the other night" about a week and a half ago. Bear with me.

    So, the other day, I went up to London to meet up with Nikki and her friend. Nikki being an American girl I met snowboarding some time ago now. Unfortunately, the Ocean came between us, and we lost contact, but now with her over here, we seized the opportunity to meet up.

    Unfortunately, due to a lack of communication while I was in London, she was not. In fact, she was in Soham. To find this out I had to wake people up on two continents, so probably decreased my general popularity level somewhat.

    Anyway. The day was not to be wasted, so I did some wandering, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of our great capital.

    Then I went to the pub.

    Fortunately for me, Emma was around (fencing Emma) with one of her friends, Jamie I believe, so there was good company. I was also invited to stay round, which was a bonus because it meant we could get some heavy drinking in. This involved Emma's local, a lock in, Emma serving our beer, some of which was free, and large degrees of intoxication. Oh. And text messages. Damn mobile phones and all their spawn. I do not remember most of it, but I feel that I should be at least slightly ashamed.

    Ah yes, and Emma beat me at pool.

    It was a good night though... Quite, quite enjoyable.

    Tune in tomorrow for more London adventures, followed by the skiing diary.
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