So apparently my brother has bought me another horse. Boring. Anyway, as you’ve probably already heard, this week has been dazzlingly frantic for me.

Paris was fine, thanks for asking, but I’m beginning to worry about that place, it’s getting fucking french. I met up with Gvenne again at the Louvre (nightclub) which was chilled but also quite weird, which is chilled, and yet sort of weird?

Swam back to Bridge for my seminar (joking: I flew, obviously), which was an absolute waste of my time because it was only for Economics grads and I wasn’t let in. Made the best of it by popping into the buttery for a fairtrade frapp (those drinks are SO expensive- it’s brilliant).

As I chilled on my hemp unicycle I really got thinking about the Sidgewick site’s design. I mean, it’s pre-Handel and plainly Messianic , sure, but I’d never realised how much it’s buildings are influenced by the work of Proust.

Holy Moles, that’s quite important as an idea actually; i’m going to twitter it. Done. Still only five followers, but one of them is the niece of Jackson Pollock (not the artist).

Wednesday was essay day...NOT. Kambar for breakfast (why not actually? If it’s jokes in the eve then vis-a-very good idea non?), followed by an appointment at Ede & Raves. Fulcher esq. wasn’t in the shop that day, but Dorringo was his normal legendary self. Finally bought the gilet and those cords I’ve been after; they’re ochre yellow with dragon-blood blue pinstripepolka. Which was perfect for the asian themed night at Fez (which I think is actually an alright chill-spot now they’ve upped the prices). Only problem was that Dorian was there and was all like ‘check out my cool hat’ so I bailed and got a cab back to kambar where Wendolyn’s sister and her flatmate’s old school friend were throwing (literally) the ArcSoc Xenophobia soiree which was proper sarcastic. All proceeds went to next week’s event: a bonfire acoustic-pottery rave in Corpus playroom- sounds boring right?

Wrong: we have to dress as Eastern European drug addicts or the ill. Cannot wait. Right, i’m going shooting.

 

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