Babyshambles

I'm sleepy! It's 8.12am on Tuesday morning and I'm nackered; curled over the keyboard with a cup of strong coffee and some Nestle Clusters. Last night was the Babyshambles concert at the Junction, and I didn't get to bed until gone 2am - not good when you have 6 9am lectures a week.

The gig was really good. Support band number one, were a bit rubbish really, but when your opening song is "One Hundred and Fifty Five Centimeters of Love", your second is about a postman and your third is about testicles you can't really fail to impress. The second band (I think they were called the Fury or something), were really good despite the fact that they were only about 5ft each. Very cute - must have been 15ish (Despite the red-stripe they were slugging).

The Fury came off at 8.45, and we didnt see the babyshambles till gone 10.30 - we were all checking the T&Cs on our tickets to see if we'd get our money back, but somehow they did turn up, and played for a good hour, including the one song I recognised, Albion - beautiful! It was hot, it was sweaty it was squished, it was dangerous, but alot of fun :)

And so, after the 2mile hike back home (harder than it sounds after walking 2 miles there and then bouncing arond and standing up for 5 hours solid), we grabbed some pasta, chatted to Reece, Iona and a very drunken Andrew Bates until too late. Now my legs don't want to work.

Today I have the joy of having to hike across Cambridge to the phsiology department for the 3rd of our VRB (Veterinary Reproductive Biology) lectures, meeting up with an e-mentoring organiser for a bit in Pembroke, having another lecture and a path practical, before tottering up to the vet-school for a supervision on Animal Behaviour. AARGH!

Wow - so it's been a while. "What have I been up to over this Christmas period", I imagine is something you are not running through your heads at the moment. If you are, stop, because I am not on a Jamie Frost level of fame yet, and any comparisons are not fair.

Righteo. So, 6 Weeks of holiday, what have I filled them with

The first 3 weeks, from the 5th to the 23rd of December I spent working. I got the job selling Christmas Trees, and spent up to 12 hours a day at a small bowling green in Richmond flogging Norway Spruces, Nordmann Firs and Fraser Firs amongst others. It was a good job - a little cold at times, but I quite liked being outside and £7/hr is not to be sniffed at. Somehow I managed to mix in some Xmas shopping in my 3 days off.

After Christmas I went and visited Alex au Leeds, and trundled across the pennines to celebrate new year at Mary's. We played trivial pursuit (Alex and me got about 8 questions in a row correct - at least 2 of which I knew the answer to!), and I drank a massive glass of Champagne. Woke up the next morning with a hangover (obviously), but luckily managed to shake it off on the train (sorry Halifax) so I was well enough to enjoy Alex's mum's 3 course new years meal (using the 2nd best cutlery! I was honoured!). It was great fun :)

Upon returnerising I have realised that I only have a week to get all my work done for uni. This includes two pathology essays and a researchy thing, plus revising for exams (PfVP next term and a path mock)... arses! Back to the grindstone

My apologies for not keeping this up!

Tom
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