day to night to day to night. Ever it’s continous pattern we follow.
day to night to day to night. Ever it’s continous pattern we follow.
My mate (stephen aka Darthambiguous) and I were talking the other day about how old-school Dr Who was sometimes a lot more violent. We were talking Tom Baker but how about this?
Meanwhile… on Classic Who…
“Oh my God. This guy has walked out of a venue, collapsed in the middle of a public bar. His best mate, who’s the only doctor in the building, has been picked up and carried away by security guards. His girlfriend has stepped over his prone body to ask me for an autograph and now Bart Simpson is telling him to come away from the light! That is surreal!”
“I was doing a show in Portsmith, in the south of England a few years ago. And this young bloke came up to me after the show, and I quite enjoyed myself at this particular night, young scruffy looking bloke, bit like yourself, nice looking bloke, you know, bit scruffy, came up to me and he went, “excuse me mate, I really liked your show.” I said, “oh thanks very much.” “I’d like to give you a carrot.” I said, “I beg your pardon?” “I enjoyed your show, I’d like to give you a carrot, do you mind?” “I guess not.” “I’ve got to tell you the story of the carrot first!” I went, “aw, go on!” Here’s what he said:
‘I was at the supermarket the other day doing the shopping. Walking up the fruit and veg aisle, I see this one carrot sitting right on top of all the other carrots and it’s the best carrot I’ve ever seen. So I’m looking at the carrot, people are going past and I’m going “look at the carrot! Can you not-” No one looked at it! So I grabbed it, I put it in me jacket, I went up to the counter and I said “I want that carrot.” The woman said, “anything else?” and I went “look at the carrot!” She went “alright, anything else?” But how can you not see the carrot?! So I’ve had it with me for like two weeks, I didn’t know what to do with it until I saw your show. I thought, “there’s a man that would like this carrot.”’
He gave it to me and he was right, it was the best carrot I’ve ever seen. I took it home, put it in my fridge and every night for three weeks I’d just open the fridge and go “hehehehe” but after three weeks it started to go off, it started to go mouldy and I knew I couldn’t keep it, so I took a photo of the carrot, for posterity. And I brought that photo along tonight. And without any photoshopping, this is the carrot the guy gave me.
Is that not the best carrot you’ve seen in your life?!”
LOLOL MARU. The world needs more Maru’s. hahaha.
Early Morning with no coffee boost lecture:
Mid-morning tute - say a sentence, deadly silence answers:
Lunch time with bumping into a friend turns to sunshine basking with coffee:
Mid-afternoon tute with annoying tutor:
Outwards:
Inner:
Afternoon coffee:
Heading home, with awesome music blasting from the iPod machine:
During the walk home:
Find a letter from a friend in your letterbox:
Late night study:
rough approximation of any given uni day. I was bored okay! There is so much Socialist Realism that one can intake as well as theory about various discourses on communications as well as statistics.
