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[hathycol]

I'm back in Ormskirk. St Andrews was lovely and shiny, given it was in that week I've enjoyed the last two weeks, when all the tourists have gone and the students are still mostly away; I loved Fresher's Week with all the noise and riot and new people looking bemused and delighted (often at the same time) but I did enjoy those weeks when it was just me and a few othe older peeps, ransacking the soft furnishings and stationary before the young uns arrived. Obviously I needed neither, but, you know, the principle was sound. The weather was unexpectedly stunning, too, so lots of time was spent in beer gardens, some with Richie, some with the people from work who were stunned at the sound of Liverpool and were happy to catch me up on the news from up there. I met up with moralrelativist for coffee, when zombies and Jane Austen were discussed. Good times, in conclusion.

(The train home was akin to death, though, due to a continuous stream of cock-ups. That said, I cannot entirely hate a train system that publically anounces on my trip down "Important announcement for all customers! Smoking is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN on all Virgin Trains BY LAW. Could the passanger having a cigarette in the toilets in carriage C please pay attention to the next part? Penalties include being ejected from the train at the next station, a £200 pound fine and phone call to our good friends at the Transport Police. Thank you!" I went AHAHAHAHA and felt good on behalf of all the aggravated train workers everywhere.)

Not much else to say, really. I'm continuing to fight for hours at work. Dad just kindly told me about a job going at his place, albeit for someone with a management degree and posted two weeks ago. Bless him. "Your degree was just as hard as management theory!" Oh, bless him.

Speaking of lying regarding abilities, it's Jim's funeral on Wednesday. Megan remains genuinely upset, to general bafflement from all concerned. Mum is going to keep an eye on her sister. Dad is going to drive us home, when Mum will be too angry and bitter and full of hatred towards her own mother to think staight. I am going to drink keep the sides at as much peace as possible. Turns out Mum has told that side of a family I am a 'senior visual merchandiser' at an 'international company'. This is technically true, as it translates to 'works more than eight hours a week putting clothes onto hangers and then subsequently onto rails in a company that 'is sort of in the Middle East as well as Britian'. So, you know, more technically it is a lie. OH THE FUN.

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[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

... does that mean they have cameras in the toilets?

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I sincerely hope this is not the case, and there was just a conducter outside outside going 'wait, I can smell something.'

The other side DOES NOT BEAR CONTEMPLATING.