How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
What a lot of things have happened this week. One seems to get a lot more done when you aren't being nocturnal; there are a suspicious amount of daylight hours with which to work, which is nice.
Well, all the essays have been handed in, leaving only one exam on the 2nd June. These pesky elective courses are more work than all the German combined.
The weather is outdoing itself at the moment, which means that the shorts and sandals have been broken out for use, and sainsburys is running out of disposable barbecues. It's worth mentioning that I've had two pretty epic barbecues recently, one courtesy of all the folks studying German (credit to Dave for being a great host) and the other one with the old flatmates who I sadly don't see a great deal of recently.
To them I say only this: Sam, we still have each others sunglasses; Pye, good luck with your work related carryonsky and I love your face; Alia, I hope to God you didn't get raped by the giant black man who asked you about Tequila.
Before I forget, I'll let you all know that I'm going to Japan for a bit. I guess it's best to put it here on a public domain seeing as I've been getting a lot of stick about it recently, to the tune of "Why have you not said anything about this venture of yours before, Max?". Sue me you ingrates! I don't have to explain my exotic travelling schedule to the likes of you!
But seriously, it just never came up in conversation.
I had an interesting train experience the other day, in which I missed Huddersfield on my way home (ironically, the only time when I was disappointed that I had done) and was woken up by the sound of a plane and an automated voice telling me that I was at manchester airport. If I'd had a bit of cash and a little more time I might have been tempted to hop on the next flight and see where the world took me, but this wasn't the case, and I was left with less of a feeling of 'potential freedom' than 'Oh balls, I'm meant to be at work'.
But the day was not entirely fruitless as I ultimately got to experience a Russian wedding at work, which was a bit fucking weird by all counts. But they didn't drink any vodka which leads me to believe they weren't actually Russian.
Oh, and I also found a 10p with 'tits' written on it.
It's kind of ambiguous actually, maybe the person writing it was in a hurry. It might say 'tit 5' for all I know.
This coin has made me much happier than it probably should have done, but what with all the other less entertaining coins in my wallet, this qualifies as a very special one. I'm debating whether or not to spend it and pass the legacy on.
Well, all the essays have been handed in, leaving only one exam on the 2nd June. These pesky elective courses are more work than all the German combined.
The weather is outdoing itself at the moment, which means that the shorts and sandals have been broken out for use, and sainsburys is running out of disposable barbecues. It's worth mentioning that I've had two pretty epic barbecues recently, one courtesy of all the folks studying German (credit to Dave for being a great host) and the other one with the old flatmates who I sadly don't see a great deal of recently.
To them I say only this: Sam, we still have each others sunglasses; Pye, good luck with your work related carryonsky and I love your face; Alia, I hope to God you didn't get raped by the giant black man who asked you about Tequila.
Before I forget, I'll let you all know that I'm going to Japan for a bit. I guess it's best to put it here on a public domain seeing as I've been getting a lot of stick about it recently, to the tune of "Why have you not said anything about this venture of yours before, Max?". Sue me you ingrates! I don't have to explain my exotic travelling schedule to the likes of you!
But seriously, it just never came up in conversation.
I had an interesting train experience the other day, in which I missed Huddersfield on my way home (ironically, the only time when I was disappointed that I had done) and was woken up by the sound of a plane and an automated voice telling me that I was at manchester airport. If I'd had a bit of cash and a little more time I might have been tempted to hop on the next flight and see where the world took me, but this wasn't the case, and I was left with less of a feeling of 'potential freedom' than 'Oh balls, I'm meant to be at work'.
But the day was not entirely fruitless as I ultimately got to experience a Russian wedding at work, which was a bit fucking weird by all counts. But they didn't drink any vodka which leads me to believe they weren't actually Russian.
Oh, and I also found a 10p with 'tits' written on it.
It's kind of ambiguous actually, maybe the person writing it was in a hurry. It might say 'tit 5' for all I know.
This coin has made me much happier than it probably should have done, but what with all the other less entertaining coins in my wallet, this qualifies as a very special one. I'm debating whether or not to spend it and pass the legacy on.
