#35 Nightmares
You'll be glad to know that I've finally had to get down to some work this week, so I'm now on (slightly) more level ground with those of you who have been slaving away since January. This has meant spending the week being introduced to all my lecturers and seminarers, some of whom fit very nicely into the genre of "slightly-crackpot".
In no particular order then, here's a quick "what else I've been up to this last week..."
Been and watched the rugby... after a slightly shaky first half, England looked far more convincing in the second, and soundly beat the Welsh on Saturday. This was satisfying not just because England had won, but also because the 3 Welshmen in the pub were severely regretting cheering so loudly before half-time. Final score: England 47 - 13 Wales
Saturday was also Christina's birthday (Χρονια Πολλα!). To celebrate, dinner was down at Las Iguanas in town. Not wanting to waste the opportunity to eat a decent meal for a change, it was a tough decision between chicken (safe option, but hearty) or something a little more adventurous (you only live once, etc). Needless to say the chicken won.
The notion that Sunday night is quiz night was also subject to further disruption this week. Not only was there no sign of the Caxmeister, but even the bar-staff seemed unsure as to his whereabouts... I fear his last chance may have expired, as next Sunday I'll be off down the union to see "Y Tu Mamá También"...
It would be criminal to come all the way up to Sheffield and not see one of their teams play, so we head down to Bramall Lane on Monday night to see the Blades take on Watford. Being used to non-league football, it was strange to be watching a game from an altitude of more than 2 feet, but the atmosphere was superb - especially considering the game was live on Sky Sports. Along with about 20,000 other people, we saw 5 goals, a fight, a red card, several yellows, The Worst Application Of The Off-Side Rule Ever™ and, last but also least, Ade Akinbiyi. Final score: Sheffield United 1 - 4 Watford
Which rekindled the "where is the Midlands?" argument: we know the South starts below Watford Gap, and the North starts just below Sheffield, but where does the line go? Hmmm...
Random other stuff:
▪ Bought a saucepan and new mug (for hot lemonade, of course); ▪ Got a haircut that I'm not happy with (but then never am); ▪ Watched TV again! Chelsea's 4-1 win over Everton; ▪ Explained that Chelsea is a place, and it's in London; ▪ Sampled the delights of Pink Floyd - 'Bike'; ▪ Given someone the nick-name Rock Lobster; ▪ Heard how everyone seems to be having nightmares this week
