[280] Beer festival February 22nd, 2004 – 7:37pm Posted in Events No comments

What’ve I been up to recently, then. In no order of importance, I have learned enough Java to write a game of Pong and hopefully get the 40% I need to pass the first part of my Java module; made some progress sorting out the new house for next year; picked up a few more people for the beer society (if that does end up getting going… it depends a lot on my motivation over summer); smashed a cake of 16 shitty blank DVDs to bits; went to York beer fest, got hammered on Friday and actually didn’t feel like drinking on Saturday *shock horror*; felt very ill.

The Pong game is dump but at least works and I can say I at least know a bit of Java, even after going to a sum total of… zero of the lectures and maybe two of the workshops. But I don’t care, …read more.

[57] The smell of washing powder on washed clothes February 11th, 2004 – 9:04pm Posted in Bad Things, Memories No comments

A foul, chemical smell. Is there a green mountain valley on Earth that smells of Daz? Do lemons remind you of Persil? Do crashing waves boring down against the cliffs evoke the memory of any fucking dry, overpowering powder? I only use enough to get them clean because there is no worse smell on a woman than powerful washing powder and no better smell than the smell of a woman herself. (Smell being the most evocative sense, and all.)

[121] Never Let Go – Camel February 10th, 2004 – 5:06pm Posted in Good Things No comments

I chanced upon a copy of Curriculum Vitae, one of those biographies you get these days on DVDs. This one’s of Camel… the dodgy prog band I like, if you haven’t heard of them before. Well, halfway through all this achingly dull drivel about how they got their name (“We were sat in the pub for hours – I mean literally, hours“) it cuts to a live version of Never Let Go, done back in the 70s, when they were still cool. (I will never be swayed from my belief that everyone with a shred of talent should quit while they’re on top, and not drag theirselves down through mediocrity. Eric Cantona will always be the king, for example.) Now, this is one of those songs that you fall in love with part of, and resent the rest of for failing to live up to that part. The first minute …read more.

[281] Doing some stuff February 8th, 2004 – 7:38pm Posted in Events No comments

I’ve cheered up a bit recently, have no idea why but who gives a fuck. May be something to do with the few things I’ve done recently to try and help myself. I started on the St. John’s again last week, which I’m more and more convinced is just a placebo, but again, who gives a fuck. Also had a good weekend, despite breaking my promise to stay in; I won’t bother doing that again, it’s futile and just makes me feel guilty when I break it. Happily, I didn’t feel constant nausea all weekend, which is the first time that hasn’t happened while I’ve been drinking for a long time. No idea why, but hey. Struck one back for the masses against the classes by getting an appointment with my consultant shifted forward by five sodding months, yep, five full English months, just by asking. Rock on. Uni has …read more.

[122] Alice bands February 8th, 2004 – 5:13pm Posted in Good Things No comments

Ohhh, alice bands. Legendary stuff. Also those weird handkerchief-type things that girls put on their heads. No idea if there’s a proper name for them, but you know the things I mean. Tends only to be students in metropolitan cities, though, which is a shame – never seen one in Blackburn, or Preston. I think small towns batter that kind of daring out of you (ooh, the daring to dare to wear your hair au contraire). Alice bands, though. Amazing. Like skirts, it’s such a shame they’ve kinda disappeared as women shun the more traditional feminine charms. Shame.

[123] People looking better in the rain February 1st, 2004 – 11:15pm Posted in Good Things No comments

The singer from Jet said that he loves rain because everyone looks so much better when their hair is wet. Spot on. Mind, it just looks better; it doesn’t feel as good, and that’s a Bad Thing.