Aberubermegablog.
HUNGER STRIKES. *boom-badda-boom*. Anyway, must make the most of the rest of the quiet patch at work before the coming of the storm of the year02/03 timetable frenzy next week. This means that the various departments of the college will have finally got their act together and provided me with details of all (3000 or so) courses running next year. All of which I have to find a slot for in the college. All tutors of course want the best rooms, so it's going to be a case of using my authoritah to subdue them all into accepting a converted toilet or something and be grateful. Having some form of student help brought in, bound to be some abominable Wesley, knowing my luck. Absolutely atrocious weather today too, hasn't stopped raining since I left Wales, wottashocka. It's all backwards. Speaking of all backwards, I was supposed to be blogging my extended weekend break to Aberyswyth, Ceredigion.
Right so then, Aberystwyth. Departed for the place on Friday, and drove halfway down the M4. Diverted to Zoirunzezturrr, and popped in to Helen's for luncheon. Absolutely splendid it was too. Home-made bread with Laughing Cow sarnies, and a slice of bread and jam. Home-baked bread is SO much better than the airy fluffy excuse for bread one finds in the supermarket nowadays, it actually feels like you're eating something substantial rather than just a wrapping for whatever filling you choose. I shall be buying a bread maker thing should I ever escape the hell-pit that is the parental abode in Twickers. Anyway, it was very nice to see Helen, she's fab and I love her to bits. Bet she was a bit disappointed with Hen-Man's performance on friday afternoon, must offer my condolences. One cuppa cha later I set off for the second leg of the journey, Zoirunzesturr to Cardiff.
All rather uneventful, picked up me mate Matt from work, and subjected him to HARDCORE JAPANESE ROBO-METAL all the way from Cardiff to Aber, which he said made his ears bleed. He so Gay. Dropped him off to find a B&B (student floors aren't good enough for him), deposited my stuff off at Liz & Simon's gaffe where I was staying, and went to the pub. Got very drunk indeed, played a bit of poker, all jolly good fun. Ate at Wetherspoons, jolly fine tucker at a quite resonable price. Then went to er the Bay I think, all gets a bit fuzzy at this point. Eventually go to bed at about 5am, after hanging out on the beach and talking till the sun came up, there are few things better in this world.
Awoke with an absolute bastard of a hangover which lots of water and a shower failed to cure, but Nurofen did, which was splendid. Went to Nant-y-moch, burped, skimmed some stones, lobbed some other stones into the lake, lobbed some even bigger stones into the lake, and went home. Then went to the pub. Which was er, The Castle. Lovely old pub, opposite where I used to live, so that's cool. Unfortunately playing some droning old Country & Western music crap on the jukebox and thus sent us to sleep somewhat. Had a good game of darts though. When I say "good", I mean "enjoyable", not technically competant. Then went to Rummers, had pizza, played our version of Eye-Spy (far too rude to mention here), got deafened by the blues band, and then went to the Cambrian for cocktails. I had Darth Vader, yum. Pernod, mmm. Then went to the Bay and drank Aftershock for the first time. I have decided it is like a kebab, only seems remotely sensible when you've had a few. The pain, the terrible pain. Went home and watched some Izzard (splendid) then went to bed.
Sunday, woke up with terrible delhi belly, went to Wetherspoons for lunch (recommend the Chicken Alfredo), felt very ill so went back home and to bed for the rest of the afternoon. Then saw Minority Report at the cinema, thoroughly recommend. Slightly Spielberg in places (chasing eyeballs down corridors etc.) but one can overlook that. Great film. Then went for Curry, which was yum, I could really demolish some of that right now, then watched Flash Gordon before bed. Went home on monday after collecting various items from Dan's gaff as he is going to Canada and selling his life. Funny, most of the time when I leave aber I'm fine as I've had enough of the place after a few days, but this time I *really* didn't want to go. In fact I'm feeling slightly weepy thinking about it now, arse. You'll excuse me.
Regards,
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