Halloween

Yay Halloween bop. Was quite a good night, everyone seemed to have a good time. I had a bloody-mary, which was surprisingly nice (seeing as I don't like tomato juice), even if the tabasco in it did give me hiccoughs. Somehow I had been convinced to go in drag, living up the love of last year's theme, and ignoring this years one. I had beautiful pink tights, a little denim skirt and holterneck... mmm... nice. Danced around to strange Uncle Will the Vet's DJing and then afterwards went to The Van of Life for a burger. Wasn't quite Gardies, but saved us queuing for quite as long as we would have had to.

Erica and Andreana(?) - he bough the dress himself you know (though that was before it had polkadots).


SISTERS... etc.


Real women!


Men together today.


Sorry Alex!

Making Posters

I have just created a most-beautiful poster depicting the innate immune system. The words are in lovely bubbly cloud things though and it is confusing, but beautiful.

I have also just had a funky cycling mission into town (to find out if there is any way of raising my handlebars - no, there's not) and then to the library in Mem Court. I took out 2 massive books (Molecular Biology of the Cell - a classic, and Principles of Neuroscience) - probably won't use them... but it gave me a chance to try to tie my bag to my handlebars. Didn't work, so carried them back on my shoulder. Ouch.

Tom
xxxx

p.s. what a dull post! My apologies!

p.p.s. Alex is still Ill, and came out with the beautiful phrase "I'm sorry I ruined my birthday for you by being ill". Dear oh dear.

A Soggy Day

Today I got wet. Very wet. Bloody rain. This dog knows how we felt - though he looks warmer.

So, Alex and I were cycling to supervisions (as you do), and, on the very first corner, Alex's bicycle decided that it no-longer wished to obey its gyroscopic tendencies and flonked onto the road, very nearling allowing Alex's legs to get squished by an oncoming car. As you can probably tell by the slightly jistful tone with which I write, Alex did infact NOT get squished by a car. I would certainly not be posting here if she had have done. On the minus side, she did get grazed hands and a big bruised knee, and, the Cambridge weather, remembering that fateful day in Octember when we ridiculed Thesporah the high god for his puny hail-stones, opened up and soaked us to the bone - even though alex DID buy a bike basket.

So, when we finally got to our supervision 20 minutes late and soaked, Holmesy was very understanding (concerned about the shock I may have experienced - oh Johnny, you Misogynist you) - and it stopped raining. Until we had to go to our Path supervision. When we arrived, it stopped raining - by the time we left, it was pissing it down again.

We were wet. We were cold. But we ate risotto... mmm

And then Vicky gave us bribery cookies.

Hooray!

Sweatshop Yoghurt?

Sorry for not posting for a while.



For one reason or another, I always get an attack of conscience when buying economy sainsbury's foods from their budget range. For example, the other day I bought a pack of 4 yoghurts for 29p. Surprisingly they tasted very nice, and I am still here to tell the tale, but, I did feel guilty as I saw it roll through the checkout, probably for a number of reasons

• I was disgusted at what I was doing to myself
• What state would the cows that produce the milk be in? Though, assuming the milk is British (shipping in cheap milk is surely economically stupid), then the cows would be of an "acceptable" (on British scale) standard, and milk from different farms is mixed up anyway.
• Was the fruit abused? Were the peaches that went into my peach melba made to work inhuman hours? Perhaps... it is not a human afterall.

I also bought economy muesli yesterday (59p for 1kg) - the same question can be said of the oats and the nuts.

In conclusion, I do not know, but, my bank-balance will force me to selectively buy economy foods - but only those that I can see few ethical qualms with.

Tom xxx

Vetty Party

Vet party was ok, certainly had better in my time, but had a good chat with a few vets, which is always cool. Only photo of note that I took was one of Thad and James in Drag, or as they preferred to be know, Tina and Jemima.

Man, I feel like a woman

Post-party, we wandered to Churchill for the Pav (which was skool uniform too), and had a bit of a dance... in a corridor... by some stairs. Well weird, well dangerous, but also well good. Saw Boycie and also Baby Grover too! Huzzah! Had a kebab from a Chompers Van on the way home. God know's how I'm still alive, didn't get food poisoning or beaten by Alex for stinking of onion. Miraculous

Biscuitty Fun

Dressed as a school-boy, I sauntered into Braeside to collect Alex and Andrew. As so oft happens in Braeside, I heard familiar voices in the large downstairs kitchen and so wandered in to say hello. What did I find there, but Reece, Iona, Ella, Erika and Nuala (Sorry if i missed anyone out), making a dinosaur out of digestive biscuit and honey.

They then proceeded to video it, singing "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells... oh what fun it is to be a biscuit dinosaur" while sprinkling dessicated coconut from above it...

I'm so proud :) I really am.

Reece models, Ella sprinkles. The hierarchy of power has been forged.

The Cambridge Return

Oh Cambridge, how I have missed thee. It's great to be back. My new room is hooooooge, and has two enormous single glazed windows, which together with the teensy little fire, make it very very cold, but, I can randomly skip around when I get bored as I have the floor space.

Sister Hannah poses in my new room.

College meal went pretty well (excepting me managing to pour red wine down my jumper... ahem) - both kiddies are very nice. Such a proud father! The freshers' bop was great, if packed with unknown faces, which was a little weird.My elephant costume worked superbly, though it did make speaking to people a little difficult (especially drunken freshers who didn't recognise that it was an elephant). As usual, the bop became a chance for people to vent issues, but nothing exploded like it has before, so relief was felt.

Andrew and Me


I really couldn't comment


Bop beauties


Mmm... secretary


Such a proud father I am :)


Dancing!!

.... to be continued...