I’ve just been listening to a Flaming Lips cover version of What a Wonderful World and remembered a silly thought from when I was a child.
I used to think that the line The bright blessed day/The dark sacred night was The cats say good day/The dogs say goodnight.
Oh dear, indeed.
I must be mad. They’re sending out an application form and I’m going to do it. Expect fewer stories of carnage and more of head shrinkage.
So, tell me about your mother.
At the weekend I did end up going to Colchester, despite inviting myself and it being on a Friday rather than a Saturday. As I’m in full training for another driving test, the conversation on the way down involved mostly talking about driving and roads – especially the scary Girton Interchange.
The party itself was fun. It was good to see some of the people I’d met before the last time I was invited down there, and also good to drink vast quantities of wine. Of course this led to a Saturday where I didn’t rise until three in the afternoon – only because a friend’s text message vibrated my trousers until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Due to fragility we didn’t leave Colchester until seven pm and the rest of the weekend was a complete writeoff.
Plans to go to the pub on Sunday were curtailed somewhat due to a certain excessiveness. I’m just glad that was the only reason for Panda’s flushed face and odd behaviour.
Some photos from the Cambridge MonkeyFilter meetup.
It wasn’t as strange as I would have thought and we did get some nice insights into Corpus Christi college. I’ve been here three and a half years and I’d never been in there before. For shame.
While it might have sounded a fun idea after a few pints, driving to Colchester and back is a terrifying thought.
Not least because the co-pilot would most likely end up killing me.
AI: A perfect blend of bull and shit.