[Names and events have been changed to protect the innocent]
[The following events are completly fictional]
What do you do when a brother in arms succumbs to illness and explosive diarrhea? You obviously stick to the pirate code, mount up and head to the nearest FINE ARTS CENTRE. Which really was the theme of the whole weekend really. Master YOSHI seemed physically unable to make it through his own third of a century weekend.
"So I know it's a confusing time in life. I'm a post-grad student. This makes me a student as far as the government, NUS, taxman, uni, my bank and basically everyone else who is concerned. And I appriciate that I'm not actually taught only further questionning the actual nature of my student status. Yes I get paid, and yes health and safety think I can be trusted with a fire extinguisher like an actual person.
Does anyone want to explain my bowels at the moment? For ease of reading I shall refer to them from now on as if they were a train.
I'm a man of routine. And that routine involves 815. Always has and that's the way I like it. Special exceptions could be made for things like weekends and strange mornings in which case time 90 minutes from getting up.
So why has my body suddenly decided that saving it up for 3 to 4 days is a good idea. The 815 is maintained but a 915 follow up service seems to be required, almost immediately the space where the 815 left off.
So I was going through an old blog, for the only reason that they emailed me saying I hadnt logged on in 6 months and would close the account if I didnt. Anyway, I found this old post from June '07. I'll let you guess who it relates to.
Morgan says:
Tis a classic response though.
Why do I have to deal with crazys?
The huge iceberg ones at that.
Na says:
You're a listener.
Well if I were married this would certainly not be one of those "in health" times. This would be just an "in sickness". One of those really annoying ones that have been lingering on the brink of proper illness for the last 2 weeks, but wouldnt really be arsed to get the motivation to do it properly.
This morning marked the start of what is dubbed as Fraser Fridays, basically the inter-group meeting of the Magnetic Resonance groups at UEA. And as I'm new it was decided for me that I should do a nice little presentation about what I did before Norwich.
So I dug out the old Masters presentation from 6 months ago, changed the date on the front and went for it whilst the hoard dug into the croissants and breakfast pastries I bought in (apparently another rule to get people there, the speakers brings cakes).
Well today I've just got back from Lady E's place via the means of a 5 hour train journey. That I must say was far more productive and pleasant than the train journey to Manchester the week before. Partially because the train was over half empty and I managed to have a table seat to myself in the Sun with a good book from Sheffield.
Well today is day 2 of the holiday, well complete day 1 of Cornwall. And I've gotta say that I'm knackered for it.
Back on Friday I got up early and packed my a full backpack in Downham. Quickly I got myself down to the train station; after Downham decided that it might be quite useful to actually man the quosk, I go on the train.
"So, this past week has been one in which there has been little rest for the wicked. I got to spend all of last Thursday researching houses online through the wonders of rightmove amongst others. Having then compiled a list using several criteria:
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