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Friday, July 21st, 2006
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3:11p - Surreal SURHUL
A few hours ago, I went to collect the hoodies for the Arts Society from the SU reception.
They've been phoning me to come and collect them for a few weeks now, and I was meant to go on Wednesday, but obviously I was too ill to even walk out the front door, so I waited until today. There was something strange going on in the main SU hall, with what sounded like Asian pop music, but I went up to reception nonetheless and let them know that I was here for the Arts hoodies.
The woman then asked me for the £40.
We paid the full £57 back in early June. Well, I paid the full £57 and shall be reinbursed by my colleagues in due course, but we still had paid, and certainly didn't owe £40. There was thus a few moments of cold silence.
"Wait, what's your name again?" she asked. I told her, and she did a double take and exclaimed
"Ohhh, those Arts society hoodies. Sorry, I thought you were someone else".
Okay, fair enough, if there actually was another Arts society on campus, which there isn't. Anyhow, I walked in, checked the hoodies, which are sitting beside now and seem lovely, although entirely unsuitable for the current weather, and signed for them. There was relative silence amongst the three receptionists.
I left the room.
As soon as I did so, one got up and ran across the room giggling wildly towards another who was also sniggering like Muttley on helium. Yes...SU people, even fully-paid adult staff, are weird.
This icon entirely appropiate, even so if you don't understand anime emoticons. Surrey is still under the impression it's somewhere in Spain...
current mood:  hot
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4:40p - Degrees Celcius
It really does not surprise me how the record temperatures being recorded at the moment are stemming from within 15 miles of where I am. Go Surrey, Oven of the UK! I had the feeling it was going to be a less breezy, stiflier day when I felt the sun slowly baking me as I lay on my bed in my East-facing room, and I was right. Within five minutes of leaving the house, and walking along a relatively shady road, I could already feel my body temperature rocketing, and was running a cold bottle of Kick over my arms just to try and keep them at less painful temperatures. I seriously need to find some method of beating the heat, because I'm immobilised otherwise.
A sunhat would work, although I'm no huge fan of baseball caps. I'd also love to go round in light, floaty tops and simililarly floaty skirts, although doing so would gain me much disdain , especially given how I still look male. Rargh. I should move to outlaw daylight hours and do everything at night when it is cooler, but that's not practical when it comes to shopping and the like. Avast, where are you thunderstorms? Come hither and besplendour us with your vibrant electric extravaganza!
Oh, and we discovered that we have no phone line at the moment. They disconnected us when Brian arranged for the new broadband connection, so for the time being, we're communicating with the outside world through our mobiles. The oven is still broken, whilst the grill will often go out for no discernable reason meaning that whenever we grill something, someone needs to stand by it and check to see its still working all the time. Furthermore, I'm somewhat suspicious that the freezer isn't as freezing as it ought to be, although the heat may well have something to do with that. Nothing's defrosted, and the ice-cream makes a useful indicator of that, but with the phone, oven and grill, I'm getting suspicious.
Anyhow, it now seems likely that I'll be staying here until at least the second weekend in August. Then Holly and I are Amecon-bound. Who amongst you will also be going, just so I know who I can look out for?^^ Unless a miracle occurs, they'll be little to no cosplay from us, but I may well run around with a camera taking obsessive amounts of photos as with Ame 2004. Oh, and I need to get working on the writing competition story, given how little time is left afore the deadline. I'm hoping this will be wonderful...Amecon was fantastic last time, but this year, I'm bringing someone not only unaccustomed to anime conventions, but the UK anime scene as a whole, so I'll be a little less free than before...well, we'll see how it all goes? Holly'll love it too, I bet.
Finally, we've recently been listening to recordings of ISIHAC, the radio 4 'panel game'. In awe of it, as is right and proper, we launched into a discussion over what happened to British comedy. As both of us find Little Britain about as hilarious as Crimewatch, we alas!ed over comedies that were intellegent without resorting to specific degradation, which is what modern TV seems to be largely about, from Big Brother right through to The Office, although the latter was at least watchable. Where is our contemporary Yes, Minister? Even the less-intellegent, yet gentler, sitcoms such as Dad's Army are regarded as treasured relics whilst nothing new along the same format is generated today. Even Father Ted managed to do the sort of comedy that would become Little Britain without taking it anywhere near as far with its cast of unreal characters. In such light, ISIHAC really is a treasure. After all, who could be lovelier than their scorer, Samantha?
current mood:  hungrig und heiß
current music: Secret Garden - Home (13 comments |comment on this)
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