So I know it’s a confusing time in life. I’m a post-grad student. This makes me a student as far as the government, NUS, taxman, uni, my bank and basically everyone else who is concerned. And I appriciate that I’m not actually taught only further questionning the actual nature of my student status. Yes I get paid, and yes health and safety think I can be trusted with a fire extinguisher like an actual person.

So since I last wrote a few things have generally happened. Namely I appeared in one of Doug’s dreams as a zombie killer, I’ll let your brain run with that one. I’ve also done some things in reality. In this respect I think I’ve gone to Manchester to see E for the last time (hopefully in a long time) cos let’s face it there are only so many ways to pass 9 hours of train travel in a weekend.

Well I write to you know from the middle of a Maccabees concert. And I’ve gotta say that I’m completely disappointed. Granted I distance have high hopes of this event. But bloody hell. Get a sound tech. There are no mids and the highs are distorted. Partially from crap speakers, partially from smaller arena echo. Both add up to a better audio experience if one puts their fingers in one ears.

If you’re going to make attendance compulsary to your stupid 3 DAY induction program at this bloody university then kindly have the good grace to actually bother turning up to the god forsaken thing. I mean honestly how much can the Dean of Students actually talk about to us. And if he really is that self loving make him turn up on time so that this 24 hour ordeal doesn’t start 45 minutes late.

glorified corridor furniture. Seriously. What exactly is it that cleaners do. On my walks about work over the last couple of weeks I see completely unable to go anywhere without at least bumping into 2 “cleaners”. And I use parentheses deliberately. Because as yet, after 6 weeks of being at this university I have, as yet, to actually do any cleaning. What I have seen is people which look like they’ve had their souls sucked out of their eye-balls stand around in small groups talking about inane drivel.

So my funny week continues into a funny little weekend. So, after the adventures that E had it was down to this weekend to have ourselves a little house warming celebration, nothing fancy, just a few guys from the Western parts of Norfolk for old times sake. And well, I have to say the numbers in attendance were pretty slim which would not normally bother me much; if anything I generally prefer smaller numbers for it usually bears better conversation.