Sunday, February 27, 2005

PENNY LANE

After my visit to Liverpool’s infamous street I felt the need to re-write the lyrics. The sad truth is Penny Lane is the home of litter, vandalism and no end of dog excrement, although the street signs are always new and shiny (because they are stolen by retarded tourists).









Regardless, we did the stereotypical tourist thing, leaving Liverpool with a final drive down Penny Lane to the Beatles melody of yesteryear.

Liverpool won’t let you forget the Beatles were born there. Every pub, club and bar to this day claims they were the first place the Beatles played.

Sunday, February 13, 2005









YORK MINSTER

Yet again our beloved council is coming up with new and exciting ways to punish its local citizens for living in a tourist destination. Perhaps not the responsibility of the council, one is now charged horrific sums of money to enter that Minster. My advice is to get in for free during Christmas carol concerts. Cheat the system.

I always find it amusing to be asked by American visitors, where and perhaps more importantly, what the Minster is. My answer is look up and walk towards the highest object you can see.


Saturday, February 12, 2005

SECOND HOUSE PARTY

If there's one truly great thing about the second year compared to the first, it's the house parties. There's nothing like going to a great house party and meeting people (and pinching some free drink!).















This houseparty marked the end of a fabulous week. I met Pete, saw Green Day in Newcastle and had my sister, Mark and Tom up to visit.


The party lasted until 3am! I managed to attract a gang of 30 to enjoy each other's company, Budweiser and some great tunes.

It's said that you can connect and 2 people in the world through 8 people. At university this can be done through no more than 3.

Monday, February 07, 2005

BATTLE OF THE BANDS SEMI-FINAL

Like other disc jockey operated campus affairs Battle of the Bands is shit. But unlike other campus affairs it's a great excuse to wear a t-shirt with your boyfriend's or flatmate's name on it. Fortunately you'll be too drunk to notice you're a bigger embarrassment than the band you're supporting , as only you are dramatically applauding their efforts.

This is also the night, despite 2 prior opportunities that I got Pete's number!! Poor bugger.