We went dancing last night

For the first time in a while...

It was good fun, though Fat Popadaddies was not up to his usual form, we didn't hear any bloc party, and had to endure a hundred middle class white Cambridge students chanting "f*** you I won't do what you tell me" to Rage Against the Machine. Of course, they're all heavily institutionalised (like all us students are), so it seems a little hypocritical. Hehe - we had a good laugh. Couldn't help feeling a tad older than the emo moshers of my sister's generation around me.How mature we are. Pretty soon we'll be sipping Chateaux de Chasoulet and remembering the good-old-days. Pffk.

How to avoid lions, bears and catch up vaguelly on what I've been doing.

It's been a while again. I was being so post-worthy last month, and this month it has just died.

"Could you rinse a lion if it charged at you?" Apparently this is the best tactic should a lion be attempting to take-down your LIFE in a big field, try and rinse it. The best way to do this is to SHOUT and RUN and WAVE YOUR ARMS. Freak it out, just like you would a small cat in the road that has just stolen your chicken fillets. Just so you know. Don't try this at home (lions don't really go in suburban London), OR with bears. They get "scratchy".

So now you know.

In other news, I had a formal with Tiffin friends and Uni friends, which was really good fun. Rahul and me beat the buttery staff at pool, and Chris told us all about facebook. ALL about facebook. He really is the king of that place, though merely through total-man-hours-spent. Natalie is going to London to be a REAL LIFE DOCTOR, Andrew is cool, and Joe is the May Ball President! Hardcore!

Also, we went to see Tom perform at West Road with his quartet. He played Schubert, though not after we'd watched a concert pianist playing many a piece, each interspursed with violent, AROBTTH inducing bows. He was good, just bowed. ALOT.

Tonight is my "daughter's" birthday, so we're going to TeriAki (mmm noodley goodness - in other news a Wagamama is opening in Cambridge. Finally!), which should be really good fun. There's then an indie/alt Dj in the cellars, so no doubt we shall toddle down there.

Sorry for it being so long, hope you enjoy the album spinny chart below:

H****** S******** to a M*******

I spent the morning (yes, I got up at 8.30am) finishing off a paper for my dissertation, from which I found 6 references, two of which are unavailable in cambridge, and the other four of which are all in different libraries. AARGH! I also listened to the new tracks from Clap Your Hands Say Yeah; unfortunately they were no where near as good as the tracks from the 1st album. Reece's warnings were not unfounded. I then met Alex in town after her lectures (hehe - I have none till Monday), and we had coffee and cake. Mmm.

I had organised our first Pool Team practice session for the afternoon so I battled through the extreme winds to the cellars where we had a good two hour session. We definitely needed it, and I think it was worthwhile. Plus we got to use the new table. And what a sexy beast it is too!

The evening was spent discussing a fascinating publishment idea (see post title), and drinking Martini Asti in Vicky's room. Was really good fun, particularly with Bethmo's Jewish country music squealing in the background. No, I'm not being sarcastic. Genuinely really funny.

We then went to Fez, but the strange Electro-House music scared us, so we only stayed an hour.

Tomorrow I give blood --- once more unto the breach...

Cambridge Christmas

Cambridge Christmas!

Secret Santa came to visit us yesterday and gave me the DVDs of Ghostbusters I and II. I was always terrified by those films as a child, so am slightly worried about watching them again. Maybe it'll cure me, or maybe it'll reveal to everyone what a wuss I am. We shall see. Post Secret Santa, fajita Xmas Dinner and a little Cava (Taste the Difference no less. Save £4), we headed down to the cellars to see the Clare Panto, which, despite the fact that I was sitting behind the bass drum and couldn't see very much, was amazing. Really well written, acted and sung. It was hilarious.

Welcome to Hell. No singing, no dancing, no fun, no cycles, dogs, radios or picnics.

The Panto was "Paradise Lost" - which translated very well to panto form... though I would wager that the links were more then tenuous. Bethmo as a female, northern God was a sight to behold, and Alex's playing of Jesus as a troubled, mischeivous 12 year old teenager was hilarious.