Got back today from my weekend in lovely Hull. Aside from a cough that makes me sound like a chronic smoker, my cold is pretty much gone - knew a good dose of alcohol would sort me out.

The bulk of the weekend was dedicated to beer and pancakes - the sustinence of the divine. We went out on the saturday to celebrate a friend's pseudo birthday. His birthday isn't until the 28th but it's the only time that was feasable for people to be at Hull. The night out was mostly decent - started with a chinese meal; a buffet, naturally, the kind where you shovel food into your face to the point of wishing that you hadn't been such a heff. Then we went to a pub in town which was packed with as many middle aged people as you could wish for - I believe mutton dressed as lamb was the theme of the evening. I did notice quite a few hot 30+ year old women, but I didn't have my glasses on, so I think they benefitted from some considerably blurred vision (mine not theirs - I can't imagine how their vision being poorer would help them be more attractive to me. I don't have a fetish for squinters). Then we got a taxi back, and against my better judgement, went to Asylum (the on campus club). Now, Asylum isn't a bad club by any means - but I definitely did not want to be surrounded by people who are all 2/3 years younger than me and still enjoy life because they are dilluded. Ah, the bliss of ignorance - how I miss it so. Basically, I hated it and if I have any manner of luck at all, I will never find myself in Asylum on a night out ever again.

The rest of the weekend was pretty usual. One previous housemate cursed his bad luck as he got another flat tire. I guess that's what happens if you insist on driving over nails. Still, gave me something boring to take a picture of atleast.

Other than that, nothing really happened, except for being given a lovely demonstration of just how cool it is possible to look whilst wearing a wetsuit. Man, I wish I had one - I would wear it everywhere.


Upon return home, I was pleased to find that two parcels I was expecting have turned up. One is the ever so beardy Guild Wars. It is most excellent, although my pc is a pain and insists on crashing in a most heinous way every couple of hours or so whilst I'm playing it - which is an utter nuisance. The other parcel is a book that a friend has sent me which is pure excellence - it's entitled "Great lies to tell small kids". My friend said she saw it and instantly thought of me - it's nice when people know how twisted your sense of humour is and embrace it rather than shun you.