I am Mario in a Bowler Hat

Strange statement? See the evidence below!

I am a Bowler Hat. I'm very proper, often politically correct, precise and dapper. I generally look down on the masses, but I usually try not to let it show. What Sort of Hat Are You?

I am Mario. I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?

Yaaargh Blog

Hello little blog!

What excitements have there been in the last few... weeks (sorry about that) since I last posted? Lots! So, BACKDATING! YAAAAAY

-- Family
-- Saturday
-- London

Famillllllllllllllly

Family came to visit! Yay! We went to the Eagle, and we went to the Fitz museum, and I bought a new fleece, and Hannah is scared of Goblins, and we had tea and Dad got amazing amazing ginger cake, and we saw a climbing ginko, and Mum brought me lambing clothes, and Hannah is scared of Goblins, and we saw the Eagle's weird WW1 ceiling, and dad resisted meat off the market, and Hannah is scared of Goblins, and we looked at big scary swords (oooo), and Hannah is scared of Goblins, and Hannah is scared of Goblins, and Hannah is scared of Goblins.

Fab day :)

Auditions, Buildings made of Salmon, Wedding Cakes gone Wrong and Gherkins

Saturday:

• 7.50am: Wake up - check emails
• 8.00am: Hobble into shower.
• 8.01am: Lose toes to frost-bite.
• 8.03am: Using vet-commando skill, reconnect toes and resume shower with water so hot that it would burn anyone who still had the ability to feel warmth
• 8.14am: Leave shower, getting bowl and milk from kitchen in process to reduce number of times need to leave room
• 8.15am: Sit infront of electric heater.
• 8.20am: Eat breakfast
• 8.30am: Shave, clean teeth and dress.
• 8.40am: Meet vetscis at porter's lodge. Comment on cold. Wish you were still in bed.
• 9.00am: Reproduction lecture on fetal preparations, maturations or some other "-tion" involving stupid numbers of hormones. If in doubt say progesterone. Or blame cortisol. It's always bloody cortisol.
• 9.55am: Leave lecture! You're done for the weekend
• 10.20am: Am back from lecture! Hooray. Go visit Andrew Bates.
• 10.30am: Eat brownies at Alex's house. Mmmm
• 11.00am: Band rehersal. Goes well
• 11.37am: Finish rehersal, do some "work" - i.e. check emails excessively and write to E-mentee.
• 13.15: Second rehersal. Goes well.
• 13.40: Speak to Omega
• 14:00: have audition. Mess up slightly on picking because can't feel fingers. Is ok. Interviewees understand.
• 14:21: Walk to English/Languages faculty with Jen.
• 14:23: See Greg. Say Hi.
  
• 14:26: Arrive. See English faculty. Comment that it looks like a Salmon in building form.
• 14:27: See what you think is the Languages faculty. Be astounded at its beauty.
• 14:27 and 30 seconds: Be told that that is infact the Law faculty. Be directed to the actually languages faculty.
• 14:28: feel sick at the sight of Mingland.
• 14:30: give back Dave's book. He has to pay a fine. 20p. Hahahahaaha. Thank God for the Veterinary Anatomy Library. You can't borrow books. And half of them are French so you'd never want to! Hooray! Thank god for vets.
• 15:00: Go to Sainsbury's. Buy everything in the world ever. Including gherkins, mangos and edam.
  
• 15:40: return from sainsburys and cook exciting microwave meals, and eat mangos and be happy!
• 16:40: settle down to do some work
• 16:45: go see Alex because she is lovely and I don't really want to work.
• 17:30: settle down to do some work... Actually do work!
• 19:10: Alex comes round and you eat Edam sandwiches.
• 19:15: Walk with Jen and Alex to West Road where you watch concert of amazingness.
• 22:20: Concert finishes. Walk home. Complain that Rutter's Requiem isn't as good as Mozart's. It isn't. Really. Demonstrate how Mozart's requiem could be played on electric guitar. It could. Really. Dudullududu "confudatis, malledictis" etc...
• 22:40: Braeside party is kinda empty.
  
• 23:00: braeside party fills up. Bethmo bangs his head. Andrew deserts Thad.
• 00:00: Lure thad out of kitchen with celery
• 01:10: Bed!!
  

London is a nice town. Big, fun and impossible to get lost in.

London

Alex and I went to London for our first anniversary on the weekend of the 11th/12th of Feb. We had booked a hotel in Hyde Park, just north of Kensington Gardens by Lancaster Gate a while back and wandered down to Cambridge train station early on Saturday after our repro lecture. After tea on the train, and a queue to end all queues outside Kings Cross station, we had tube tickets and were free to wander anywhere in zone 1. Huzzah! First stop - hotel. Lancaster Gate station smells. This picture does it far too much justice as it has been taken before they ripped all the posters off the walls, and forgets to point out that you have to climb 78 steps to get to ground level. No escalators... and who would risk the lifts :s crazy people.
Anyway, the hotel was beautiful, as can be seen from the photo I took in the rain on the second day, and our room was warm, had an en-suite bathroom and the bed was well comfy. We were in heaven.

So, after bunging our stuff, and getting very excited by the lockable safe (and locking our train tickets, keys and Alex's earrings in it), we went back out into London for an afternoon of discovery! We went to covent garden where we had doughnuts, cake and hot-chocolate, went to Tesco metro (strangely - needed change), and the London Transport shop, where alex bought a beautiful 1920s summer sale poster (nicer than the image suggests). We then had an insane work around trafalgar square, the strand, picadilly circus, the 'NPG darling' and everywhere basically :) Alex was worried we were getting lost until I pointed out that it is impossible to get lost in London. No matter where you are, you are always close to a tube station, and if you don't know which tube station that is, you can get a train to the next one that you do know the name of :) It's amaaaaazing. Anyway, we spent the evening trying to find somewhere for dinner - eventually coming to a lovely Italian place. I had garlic mushrooms (sorry Alex) and canelloni, and Alex had minestrone soup and beautiful spicy pasta thingie. We then had zabaglione for dessert - whipped egg whites with sugar and wine.... *drools*.Following dinner we had another little walk before going back home.

The next morning we woke up to rain :( - but, heads held high we went down to our complimentary (we paid for it :S) breakfast. Croissants, fruit, cereal, coffee... everything. Twas amazing! We then spent the day seeing the sights of London - it was really really lovely. We saw the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain, (see bad mobile phone picture) which is less urinal like in real-life than it appears on telly when everyone is telling you how much it looks like a toilet. We also saw the Prince Albert memorial, the "Statue of Physical Energy" (weird) and Buckingham Palace, before having a yummy pub lunch and coming back home.

An amazing weekend, with an amazing girl :) yaaaaaay.
xxxxxxx

Saturday, 1.55

Lookie lookie! It's Saturday, and I've been up for... oo, about... 6 hours. How impressive is that!? I lecturised this morning (VRB - Maternal Recognition of Pregnancy) which was ok really - This lecture series is quite interesting, and at least understandable. Then the lovely Alex and I wandered round a few music shops looking for music (as you do). Alex tried one of the pianos, and, while it was beautiful (and expensive, much to my surprise - about £2000) it didn't play well.

We went for tea and fruit cake (mmmmmmm), and then I came home for a band rehersal. We have a name, and have submitted an audition application... scary!! May Ball here we try to come!

Now we've just finished, and I'm about to have some lunch. Cheese sandwiches anyone?

Pasta Break: Did you know that the latin name for llama is Lama glama?

Yes, I am ill, but I do have a pencil sketch of a llama courtesy of Andrew Bates sitting on my desk to spur me on to get well. Yes, my wooly camelid, I shall be well enough to return to full llama-health-officer training very soon.

Currently I am eating pasta (with pesto sauce stirred in) to fill my hungry stomach, and as such am on a break from a trawl through pharmacokinetics, which, if you were wondering, is not a great deal of fun. Fortunately I had the afternoon off this afternoon (owing to some skippage of a useless animal behaviour practical - my first bunk of the academic year!! and a cancelled supervision), and so have done lots of good things.

Dammit - pasta finished. Back to work

Love you all, hope you enjoyed Alex's post yesterday. I must reiterate how sorry I am to have neglected you all for so long.

Tom
xxx

Substitute bloggery

hello shiny blog. I am Alex, the oft mentioned, long suffering Alex. Tom is too tired and ill (he has a severe case of man flu/cold) to write. He apologises for neglecting you for so long and i have somehow stolen the computer away from him....muhahahahaha!

Since babyshambles not much has happened really. Uni would be a great thing if only someone hadn't stuck all this work in the way. Tom went to formal to celebrate the joy of friendship with Vicky and danced the night away at Fez to the sounds of Fat Poppadaddy's. He also went to the cinema at the weekend to see A Cock and Bull story. Which was fun. He did not, despite reports from Vicky, have cooties. Which was lucky.

Other than that it has been a fairly standard week of much communal cooking and drinking. For that is how we all choose to live. We are also doing vet reproduction and animal behaviour. Which has lead to fascinating facts such as
1. Bonobo monkeys are the only other animals which "french kiss"
2. They are also the only other animals which have sex in the missionary position.

Jamie Frost - you are a legend in your own lifetime over here at Clare!

So signing off from my stand-in bloggage
Alex xxxx