Blogging, beshitting, and fatally boring
While the dissapointment of not being interviewed for the BBC may have seemed like the worst part of my day, luckily Mark and Carol were ready to fill that roll and make Tuesday as crappy as possible.
Something about sitting around a massive oak table for 4 hours listening to lame stories about Wordsworth and Coledrige, the Industrial Revolution, the lack of Greenspaces in Nottingham, and basically any randomly boring fact you could possibly insert into either of those topics....well, something about it just sucks.
Dinner started at 6, fine. Dessert was served at 630, even better. Lecture began at 645ish, not out of the norm. That's where the fun ends.... rather than having a guest lecture as is normally the case, Mark and Carol took over last night, and- partly because they didn't have to worry about the lecturer's commute home afterwards, they talked for roughly 3.5 hours. Nonstop. The content of the lecture wasn't all that bad, and neither was the way in which she presented it (ok, maybe a little), but the fact that we sat their for ever in obvious bordom, checking our watches in a blatent fashion....made it hell.
So, needless to say, after the lecture, we sprinted to Thirsty Boozers and had a chat with the merchandise-happy Pakistani owner who regailed us with stories of Luther past and promised us as many tshirts and sunglasses as we could fit in a suitcase for our journey home....
What really tops the night is the email i recieved this morning, which really encapsulates the relationship our group has with the directors--- a very strange coupling of respect, interest, confusion, and sometimes straight frustration..... there are things known as sarcasm and tact, neither of which members of our group are altogether good at....
From Mark, about my lack of cleaning the toilets:
Kevin, Since I know that you read your e-mails--unlike Brandon!!--I want to mention that the hall bathroom needs doing. I think it's your job this week, right? I think that a special guest like Kate's mother deserves to have an unbeshitted toilet, but so do Carol and I, and so do ALL OF YOU. It would be great if people who used the toilet wiped it up better than they do, but toilets need regular washing in any case. And make sure to change the hand towel every couple of days, given all the colds running through the flat. Thanks. You don't mind a reminder, do you? Mark
Needless to say, I sprinted to the toilets and scrubbed away.... and now i smell like crap.
(Mark at Hadrian's Wall, enjoying 'King Arthur's Throne'.....the picture is too fitting)
Cheers.
posted by Kevin @ 2:34 PM
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