Loans, Balls and Waffles
Blog Backlog Bonanza - Friday 17th June 2005
Friday started with a trip to see my bank manager. Despite the fact that she managed to extract from me that I would be leaving the country for Australia on a semi permanent basis in around 7 months time she still agreed to up my overdraft (interest free!) by another £400. Something that she was only "officially" allowed to sanction after results. Ha ha, Natwest’s loss, my gain. I love the way I can convince people in positions of power to act in my best interests!!!
After the bank I forced myself to be healthy and spent a very sweaty 2 hours in the gym were I got the feeling that the university had cut some corners with the AC Namely not installing any that works. Grrr. After this I went to pick up my dry cleaned DJ. The dry cleaners shop was possible the hottest, most humid place, I have ever been outside of the green houses at Kew Gardens. Surely there are some EU rules that prohibit humans from having to work in such conditions. I was sweating like an MEP who really needs his job, just reaching for my wallet and paying the lady in the shop. How they managed to work dressed in substantially more than me in those conditions I have no idea.
The DJ was for the St Lukes' summer ball which was in the evening. After having something to eat and watching Neighbours I was a little late, but things took a turn for the worse when I realised that my smart shoes were covered in brown mud as they had been the shoes I had been wearing on Monday's escapades. Oh shit. So after an emergency clean and polish I ran round to my mate’s house just in time to catch a cab down to the quay. So much for not getting sweaty!! Nice!
I will use photos to describe the rest of the evening. They are slightly (or in some cases, very) blurry but to be honest as I was re-experimenting with alcohol probably a fair portrayal of what I saw.....
We headed down to the quay for pre-ball drinks. As everywhere was pretty packed we headed to a bar called Havana that never seems to have many customers. It was pretty much empty when we arrived so we got some kick ass seats looking over the quay. This weekend saw the beginning of the Exeter Festival which was celebrated on the quay by a musical festival.
A view down from our table onto the festival crowds.
An unexplained 'bubble' on the river. Some said it was for the world's largest hamster, others said it was part of the set for a remake of 'The Prisoner'. Either way it was very strange but a good topic of conversation for both drunk and sober people alike.
Our table seemed to be split boys at one end and girls at the other. I was the exception to the rule (as you can see from where I was when I took this photo). To be honest it was not much of a chore sitting among many lovely ladies. Amazingly the topic of conversation with many people I encountered was still about me and last Monday.
I can't believe that the line "You're going to have to squeeze closer to me girls to fit in the photo", actually worked!! From right to left we have Lindsey, Nurton and finally a girl whose name I forget but suffice to say she is the biggest light weight on the planet. She announced when sat down next to me that half a bottle of wine was all it took to get her totally plastered. After ONE glass of wine she was displaying all the characteristics that a Nurton would after 2 pints of beer and 24 shots of vodka. I would love to be like that, imagine how cheap drinking would be?!?
A picture of some of the ladies (LHS ==> RHS): Elkie, Pissed girl, Caroline, I don't know her name as I had never met her before but her boyfriend was called Kim and was a seriously cool Kiwi (has anyone ever met a non-cool kiwi?) and finally Katrina.
I spent most of the time on the quay talking to Lorraine (who is not in the photos above) about some seriously geeky stuff. As the only physicist I know at uni I used her as an outlet for all the nerdy scientific ideas that have been building up my head during the last 3 years. Surprisingly she seemed to be even beyond me in terms of geekiness and instigated a 30 minute conversation on the topic of 'Naming your children after famous physicists'. My personnel favourite ideas were "Schrödinger" or if you were feeling particularly mean "Plank" or "Bohr". Hehe, nerd humour! I miss that from my A-level years.
Pictured are; Dan, Nat and Lorraine. As you can see from the picture Nat easily won the prize for the most risqué dress. In fact while still at Havana she had quite an explicit conversation with Lorraine about the engineering approaches to the application of "boob tape". It was amazing to look around at the faces of the other blokes at the table. You could read each one like a book... "I have such an amazing idea for a new porn film". Nat did not help to distract the attention from herself by later asking her boyfriend to "reach in" and fix it while still sitting at the table.
Elkie despite her objections to the claim was the most drunk I had ever seen her. Good for her!
Meanwhile we noticed that Becky's boyfriend Ben has probably imbibed enough of the good stuff for one night. The poor guy.
Becky, does like any caring girlfriend and gives Ben her house key and instructions on how to get home and then prods him in the right general direction. She stays at the ball. After all it is only 1:30 and the night has only just begun.
The girls are a little more taken aback by Nat's dress than Dan.
Post 3am and we are all laying on the floor watching the stars go round. I always think this is a sign of a good night. I discovered that 8 pints of cider and black was just right for a visual angular velocity less than that needed to make me feel sick.
On the way home, John phoned ahead to Colin who had already got home and demanded he got up and made us Waffles. (~5am)
Amazingly there was a large batch of waffles in the oven cooking by the time we got back to John's house. I cooked some of their bake beans and bacon and we had a lovely breakfast. Dan also ate a Strudel that he found in their fridge.
I got home by 6am and got 2 hours sleep before being woken up by people mowing their back yards. Considering that everybody on my block as only a patio and no grass out the back of their houses, sometime I do wonder what the f*** they have a lawn mower for. Grrrr.
Friday started with a trip to see my bank manager. Despite the fact that she managed to extract from me that I would be leaving the country for Australia on a semi permanent basis in around 7 months time she still agreed to up my overdraft (interest free!) by another £400. Something that she was only "officially" allowed to sanction after results. Ha ha, Natwest’s loss, my gain. I love the way I can convince people in positions of power to act in my best interests!!!
After the bank I forced myself to be healthy and spent a very sweaty 2 hours in the gym were I got the feeling that the university had cut some corners with the AC Namely not installing any that works. Grrr. After this I went to pick up my dry cleaned DJ. The dry cleaners shop was possible the hottest, most humid place, I have ever been outside of the green houses at Kew Gardens. Surely there are some EU rules that prohibit humans from having to work in such conditions. I was sweating like an MEP who really needs his job, just reaching for my wallet and paying the lady in the shop. How they managed to work dressed in substantially more than me in those conditions I have no idea.
The DJ was for the St Lukes' summer ball which was in the evening. After having something to eat and watching Neighbours I was a little late, but things took a turn for the worse when I realised that my smart shoes were covered in brown mud as they had been the shoes I had been wearing on Monday's escapades. Oh shit. So after an emergency clean and polish I ran round to my mate’s house just in time to catch a cab down to the quay. So much for not getting sweaty!! Nice!
I will use photos to describe the rest of the evening. They are slightly (or in some cases, very) blurry but to be honest as I was re-experimenting with alcohol probably a fair portrayal of what I saw.....
We headed down to the quay for pre-ball drinks. As everywhere was pretty packed we headed to a bar called Havana that never seems to have many customers. It was pretty much empty when we arrived so we got some kick ass seats looking over the quay. This weekend saw the beginning of the Exeter Festival which was celebrated on the quay by a musical festival.
A view down from our table onto the festival crowds.
An unexplained 'bubble' on the river. Some said it was for the world's largest hamster, others said it was part of the set for a remake of 'The Prisoner'. Either way it was very strange but a good topic of conversation for both drunk and sober people alike.
Our table seemed to be split boys at one end and girls at the other. I was the exception to the rule (as you can see from where I was when I took this photo). To be honest it was not much of a chore sitting among many lovely ladies. Amazingly the topic of conversation with many people I encountered was still about me and last Monday.
I can't believe that the line "You're going to have to squeeze closer to me girls to fit in the photo", actually worked!! From right to left we have Lindsey, Nurton and finally a girl whose name I forget but suffice to say she is the biggest light weight on the planet. She announced when sat down next to me that half a bottle of wine was all it took to get her totally plastered. After ONE glass of wine she was displaying all the characteristics that a Nurton would after 2 pints of beer and 24 shots of vodka. I would love to be like that, imagine how cheap drinking would be?!?
A picture of some of the ladies (LHS ==> RHS): Elkie, Pissed girl, Caroline, I don't know her name as I had never met her before but her boyfriend was called Kim and was a seriously cool Kiwi (has anyone ever met a non-cool kiwi?) and finally Katrina.
I spent most of the time on the quay talking to Lorraine (who is not in the photos above) about some seriously geeky stuff. As the only physicist I know at uni I used her as an outlet for all the nerdy scientific ideas that have been building up my head during the last 3 years. Surprisingly she seemed to be even beyond me in terms of geekiness and instigated a 30 minute conversation on the topic of 'Naming your children after famous physicists'. My personnel favourite ideas were "Schrödinger" or if you were feeling particularly mean "Plank" or "Bohr". Hehe, nerd humour! I miss that from my A-level years.
Pictured are; Dan, Nat and Lorraine. As you can see from the picture Nat easily won the prize for the most risqué dress. In fact while still at Havana she had quite an explicit conversation with Lorraine about the engineering approaches to the application of "boob tape". It was amazing to look around at the faces of the other blokes at the table. You could read each one like a book... "I have such an amazing idea for a new porn film". Nat did not help to distract the attention from herself by later asking her boyfriend to "reach in" and fix it while still sitting at the table.
Elkie despite her objections to the claim was the most drunk I had ever seen her. Good for her!
Meanwhile we noticed that Becky's boyfriend Ben has probably imbibed enough of the good stuff for one night. The poor guy.
Becky, does like any caring girlfriend and gives Ben her house key and instructions on how to get home and then prods him in the right general direction. She stays at the ball. After all it is only 1:30 and the night has only just begun.
The girls are a little more taken aback by Nat's dress than Dan.
Post 3am and we are all laying on the floor watching the stars go round. I always think this is a sign of a good night. I discovered that 8 pints of cider and black was just right for a visual angular velocity less than that needed to make me feel sick.
On the way home, John phoned ahead to Colin who had already got home and demanded he got up and made us Waffles. (~5am)
Amazingly there was a large batch of waffles in the oven cooking by the time we got back to John's house. I cooked some of their bake beans and bacon and we had a lovely breakfast. Dan also ate a Strudel that he found in their fridge.
I got home by 6am and got 2 hours sleep before being woken up by people mowing their back yards. Considering that everybody on my block as only a patio and no grass out the back of their houses, sometime I do wonder what the f*** they have a lawn mower for. Grrrr.
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