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I just found out that I passed my second year exams.

I'm so relieved! Now I'm going to the pub for a drink, and then I'm going to go and watch X-men 3.

Hooray!

night_tools wrote:I just found out that I passed my second year exams.

I'm so relieved! Now I'm going to the pub for a drink, and then I'm going to go and watch X-men 3.

Hooray!

Well done sir!

i am hungover in a bad way...had an interesting night...met my friend drunk for a pint, hadn't seen him in 2 months.i was drunk by 7.30. before kick off! decided to watch the match there and moved from guiness to cider to sambucca to guiness to sambucca. i was shitfaced when i left the pub for a bus. i bid my friend goodbye and got a seat on the quiet upstairs and read my paper.

this guy gets on and after a few minutes he starts playing music out loud on his phone. without even thinking about it i started reading out loud the bit in stool pigeon about camera obscura, even speaking in a scottish accent for the quotes. he got all shirty and asked me what i was doig. 2pretty much waht you're doing" i replied and followed it up with pointing out how rude and annoying that behaviour is, and doesn't he understand?!! at this point, i had left my seat and i sat right next to him. he didn't lik ethis ata ll. looking back, it was probably my dangerously boozy breath that was the stinger but, what the hell.

at some point i acquired some sense and ran off the bus where there was a taxi office in this shitty area called northfield and, lo, and behold, he got off there too. no surprises anymore to find out he's a shitty northfield boy. ahhhh!!! at one point he was telling me to grow up (i'm sure i was being a little childish but who cares? i was positively revelling in this situation) and i realised i probably have a good 5 years on him. he wouldn't disclose his age and got especially testy when i suggested that perhaps he can't afford headphones. he fell for that one hook, line etc..."yeah i can" !!

anyway, the taxi ride home was great. i felt triumphant and the taxi driver thought it was pretty amusing and thanked me for a good story since the two drops before they had both done a runner.

my mum was awake when i got back and i breathlessly told her my news. i was madly drunk at this point. silly silly silly girl.

I went on a field trip to a symposium on reader services at York University Library with some of my colleagues, along with people from Newcastle and Durham universities. The library building itself makes a genuinely inspired use of natural light and felt like it would be an absolute pleasure to study in. Regarding the people in the symposium, I have never before seen such an outragious display of pug-ugly bastards in all my life. They would put you off your delicately contrived smoke salmon sandwiches. A demonstration of some aspects of the catalogue in the afternoon made use of some fictional mildly amusing examples of library stock, one of which was 'A History of Tripe in Europe'. The lady talking about the catalogue, upon receipt of our titters, remarked: "there is nothing wrong with a bit of tripe and a bit of milk and onion."

On the video monitor in the next room there is a chorus of drunken parrot heads sing Margaritaville for the camera. Punctuated by many WoooHooos.

daniel robert chapman wrote:I just read these two letters in the Yorkshire Evening Post and I really don't know what to make of them.

Scooter rider's foolishness

People with disabled scooters often drive on the road because the footpath flagstones are too high to get the wheels up.
But this lady driving a disabled scooter had an umbrella fully open to keep her dry. She looked just like Mary Poppins with one hand holding up her umbrella and the other hand on the steering bar.
I don't know what she would have done if she had had to stop quickly. She would stand no chance.
I hope she reads this and twigs just how foolishly she has acted.

NORMAN RICHARDSON, Swarcliffe, Leeds

It is with sadness that I write to you today enclosing the last letter my brother-in-law Norman wrote about his points of view before he was taken ill.
Sadly he passed away on Monday June 19 in St James's Hospital. He had written this letter the week before and I knew he would like it to be sent.
Over the past few years he has had quite a lot printed and his wife has saved all the clippings from the newspapers.
I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read and print his points of view over the years.
He always felt very proud to have them printed. Thanks again.

MRS SUSAN BLACKMAN (sister-in-law)

Somewhat inevitably, someone has replied and is trying to engage the late Mr Richardson in an argument:

Safe scooting

Regarding the letter from Norman Richardson (YEP, 24th June). I am disabled and have one of the the scooters in question.
Does Mr Richardson not realise that these scooters have a top speed of only 4mph, which is walking pace. No one objects to a pedestrian carrying an umbrella.
Secondly the brakes on these scooters are automatically applied, when the rider lets go of the controller.
Yes, the kerbs are too high. I use the pavements where ever possible and look for 'lowered kerbs'. Pavements are not the best bet, as they are usually used for the parking of cars and wheely bins etc.

Bill Cummings, New Farnley, Leeds.

daniel robert chapman wrote:

daniel robert chapman wrote:I just read these two letters in the Yorkshire Evening Post and I really don't know what to make of them.

Scooter rider's foolishness

People with disabled scooters often drive on the road because the footpath flagstones are too high to get the wheels up.
But this lady driving a disabled scooter had an umbrella fully open to keep her dry. She looked just like Mary Poppins with one hand holding up her umbrella and the other hand on the steering bar.
I don't know what she would have done if she had had to stop quickly. She would stand no chance.
I hope she reads this and twigs just how foolishly she has acted.

NORMAN RICHARDSON, Swarcliffe, Leeds

It is with sadness that I write to you today enclosing the last letter my brother-in-law Norman wrote about his points of view before he was taken ill.
Sadly he passed away on Monday June 19 in St James's Hospital. He had written this letter the week before and I knew he would like it to be sent.
Over the past few years he has had quite a lot printed and his wife has saved all the clippings from the newspapers.
I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read and print his points of view over the years.
He always felt very proud to have them printed. Thanks again.

MRS SUSAN BLACKMAN (sister-in-law)

Somewhat inevitably, someone has replied and is trying to engage the late Mr Richardson in an argument:

Safe scooting

Regarding the letter from Norman Richardson (YEP, 24th June). I am disabled and have one of the the scooters in question.
Does Mr Richardson not realise that these scooters have a top speed of only 4mph, which is walking pace. No one objects to a pedestrian carrying an umbrella.
Secondly the brakes on these scooters are automatically applied, when the rider lets go of the controller.
Yes, the kerbs are too high. I use the pavements where ever possible and look for 'lowered kerbs'. Pavements are not the best bet, as they are usually used for the parking of cars and wheely bins etc.

Bill Cummings, New Farnley, Leeds.

Excellent! I love crap newspapers and their readers!

It's almost like a joke. My dad's friend occassionally writes to our local newspaper signing his letters F. U. Kinerse. (Erse is how some people pronounce arse up here...)

I rode my bike to work this morning.

Towards the end of my ride, I found myself at the edge of Grant Park, where many different kinds of events are held: the Taste of Chicago, various fairs and shit, and concerts by everyone from the Grant Park Orchestra to Radiohead.

I was at the edge of Grant Park, stopped on my bike, waiting for a light to change. By a lamppost.

Scrawled on the lamppost, in silver marker, was the following sentence:

BAIOHEAD IS GREATEST BAND IN WORLD

Baiohead.

tmidgett wrote:I rode my bike to work this morning.

Towards the end of my ride, I found myself at the edge of Grant Park, where many different kinds of events are held: the Taste of Chicago, various fairs and shit, and concerts by everyone from the Grant Park Orchestra to Radiohead.

I was at the edge of Grant Park, stopped on my bike, waiting for a light to change. By a lamppost.

Scrawled on the lamppost, in silver marker, was the following sentence:

BAIOHEAD IS GREATEST BAND IN WORLD

Baiohead.

Looks like you encountered a Baio hazard.

Drum Fest Month.

June 11th - Saw Carl Palmer play ELP tunes w/ a guitar player and a bass player. Aside from a few Guitar Center-like moments, it was good! I shook his hand twice. It was like seeing Buddy Rich or something.

June 23rd. Attend Bun E. Carlos drum clinic in Rockford. I'm sitting, like, 8 feet from his kit. Damn. I took notes on how to properly play 'ello kiddies. I bought a Zildjian for him to autograph. Afterwards, we went out w/ his wife and drum tech and had beers.

June 24th. Saw Don Caballero finally. Hot. Great drumbo. Smokey Cactus Club.

Maybe I'll go to Faust to wind things up.