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Apr. 9th, 2009 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am back in Ormskirk. The wireless thingy is refusing to work for me, so I have basicaly hijacked my parents computer and pulled it apart and am hoping I can put it back together again when one of them walks through the front door and look suitably innocent.
The journey down was a bit of an adventure; because apparently the Hitchcock theme is now extended all the way to Glasgow, I had an argument with a pigeon on the way down. I won this argument. By this, I mean I ran it over at approximately 85 miles an hour. Who knew my little crappy car was able to inflict damage on stuff? Unfortunately, the pigeon took its revenge, as about thirty second later my hubcap flew off into the embankment. Luckily the road was clear and I was in the fast lane!
Anyway, I am perched once again on the dining room table, desperately trying to have a bash at my essay (only 3,000 to go! ahahaha) with terrible, terrible heartburn and being, as I am every time, amazed at how much warmer it is when I'm Doon Sooth.
Also, I got an e-mail through this morning informing me that although the new Principal recognises the Kate Kennedy Club and its charity work etc etc, the uni isn't going to be affiliated with them anymore on the basis that most of the population of the university is automatically discluded due to birth. ABOUT FUCKING TIME. I despise and loathe both the Lumsden Ladies and the Kate Kennedy Club on the bais that they're gender exclusive, interview for entrance, and are generally run by self-righteous pricks who ted to deliberately exclude those of lower incomes not only from their clubs but from their events. Oh, and you never see the books of these societies so you have no idea how much goes on charity. Good on you, Louisr Richardson.
The journey down was a bit of an adventure; because apparently the Hitchcock theme is now extended all the way to Glasgow, I had an argument with a pigeon on the way down. I won this argument. By this, I mean I ran it over at approximately 85 miles an hour. Who knew my little crappy car was able to inflict damage on stuff? Unfortunately, the pigeon took its revenge, as about thirty second later my hubcap flew off into the embankment. Luckily the road was clear and I was in the fast lane!
Anyway, I am perched once again on the dining room table, desperately trying to have a bash at my essay (only 3,000 to go! ahahaha) with terrible, terrible heartburn and being, as I am every time, amazed at how much warmer it is when I'm Doon Sooth.
Also, I got an e-mail through this morning informing me that although the new Principal recognises the Kate Kennedy Club and its charity work etc etc, the uni isn't going to be affiliated with them anymore on the basis that most of the population of the university is automatically discluded due to birth. ABOUT FUCKING TIME. I despise and loathe both the Lumsden Ladies and the Kate Kennedy Club on the bais that they're gender exclusive, interview for entrance, and are generally run by self-righteous pricks who ted to deliberately exclude those of lower incomes not only from their clubs but from their events. Oh, and you never see the books of these societies so you have no idea how much goes on charity. Good on you, Louisr Richardson.
