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[hathycol]

It's Raisin Sunday. I am now officially an infertile academic and do not have kids. Ah well. Sarah is currently downstairs cleaning the house thoroughly in preparation for her Raisin party, so if you're in St Andrews and you find me at your door with a sleeping bag at about midnight you know why.

Er, yes. Been a good weekend, even if I have done exactly zero work. Friday night turned into An Official House Night Out for the first time since, er, second year? That's not good, is it? Never mind, because we had a great night out in which we were drunk before we left the house. I do like my housemates, honest I do and it was fabulously good fun and we danced LIKE CRAZY FOOLS at the Bop. YAY FOR ST ANDREWS.

The hangover wasn't too awful, either. Bonus!

Saturday consisted of the initial 'scrub make-up off face and pillow' routine before going out For Lunch in the Raisin (the food is cheap, tasty and copious; who needs Beatons?) and then wandering around town and watching the Christmas lights turn on, where I saw lots of people that I like. The lights were crap, but it was still a good night.

Now it is Sunday and I am at home AND ON THE INTERNET which is clearly vry exciting. Unfortunately I have loads of work to do, WOE. But first, I am going to talk about Robin Hod in which there was a reference to gay sex. And not a 'look how we twist it into a reference' but a clear, 'all of us burst into slightly horrified laughter that this got past the watershed' reference.



So, this reference was all about the gay. No, seriously. It was theoretically all about how Marian is dealing with living in the forest (silly woman, I'd have picked Guy all the way) but really it was about the gay.

The opening scenes consisted of the Sheriff being given traditional homage by the Gues Actor Of The Week, Carter, who begins by kneeling and kissing his feudal ring on his finger. I am overjoyed, because this is a proper medieval way of saying hello. Sheriff looks at Guy:

"Why don't you ever kiss my ring?"

I died. Honest, I did. Later on the Sheriff tried to kiss Guy. I mean, I don't blame him but WHAT.

Later on consisted on Much and Robin having a conversation along the lines of how much time Robin was spending with Marian, and why didn't he and Robin ever TALK and why doesn't Robin HOLD HIM LIKE THAT. Oh, Much. I like Robin better when he's with Much, and Marian actually interests me when she's with Guy. OH GUY I WOULD NOT RUN OFF TO THE FOREST I WOULD STAY WITH YOU.

And that has been my weekend. To Charles II and a study of political access to the monarch! (I wish I was joking.)

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[hyrnetanga.livejournal.com]

We had a similarly woeful record of house nights out (or in for that matter) last year. If we didn't actually sit down and plan it about a month in advance, the chances of us both finding a night when everyone could make it and agreeing on what to do were pretty much non existant.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

We're generally not so bad as there's only three of us, and we're really good at 'nights in front of the telly drinking wine' but we haven't been out in ages. GOOD FUN.