26/09/09 Pubbe, Freshers, RoHo
Yeah. So I'm still ill. Not annoyingly so, I can now do stuff, and leave the house occasionally. But my sporting habits are still largely off limits. I went to do the freshers fayre, and the effort had me absolutely shattered!
It was a cool week, I had a fairly relaxed Monday and Tuesday. Just trying to find jobs and things while being annoyingly ill.
Finding myself free on Wednesday (on account of still not being able to breath well enough to go to Judo) I went to the Pub with Mikey, Julian, HannaH and Stephen. It was a pretty good night for the most part I believe! While there I also ran into TINO! Who's just come back from working at Disney world for a year. So it was pretty awesome to see him! He also came along with some other people who I don't really rate too highly, and was later joined by my mate Fiona. I also saw Liz, whom I went to school with. I did chat to Tino for quite a while (I mean... he's returned to us from Disney world!!!) But I couldn't really ditch my friends and join their party. It was a good night. Quite blurry if I'm honest. I have memories, just incomplete, and non-sequential in their arrangement within my mind. I remember arriving. Finding a table, and seeing Tino, and Mikey arriving from having watched the match with his brothers... before I started drinking alcohol. I had a hot chocolate, because like most good nights, it started with the best of intentions. I was ill, so I wasn't going to drink. I ended up having a single Southern comfort and Lemonade just as Mike arrived. Then I had one Mike got me... Then the exact number is unknown. I like to call the number of drinks consumed n+2. I didn't drink thaaaat much, but I'd not eaten much either... and my recession friendly drinking abilities have been well documented over the years. I maintain that it's because I have a super efficient liver! From there on I remember hugging Mikey at the bar, Going out to talk to Tino's party, mostly about how great it was for them to see me drunk again, and playing with my empty glass. Mikey said something about going to the Windsor castle, and I remember being very excited about going outside and walking. I remember being really happy walking and talking to Hannah, what about, I have no idea. And wanting to basically break into my old secondary school. And a bright red door with ivy on it, though where I'm not overly sure. I also remember being at the Windsor, and this is where my tummy started hurting (I have this inflamed lining at the moment, drinking doesn't help) so I wanted to go home. And Julian walked me to the bus stop, I think I was basically talking crap, because I don't really remember much of it but I do remember talking at length about the Vietnam war... though details escape me.
Last thing of that night was my, giving my Dad a hug, and then moisturising... to which my Dad increduously asked 'Are you... moisturising!?'
The morning after the night before was a veritable foray into uncomfortable knowledge via blankness. i.e I knew something had happened but don't quite know what. I'm still not overly sure what. I doubt I'll ever really work out what it is my subconscious knows happened but my conscious mind seems to have misplaced the recording. I'm not sure how much it matters seeing as I can't quite remember it. But maybe it'll bite me in the ass one day. Maybe it already has. I just don't know. Then I went to Katie's and had a very nice afternoon with her and Stephen (they are related) drinking tea, talking and eating soup.
Friday was a bit of a hectic day for me, it was good though. I had the annual haircut in the morning, Steve, my hairdresser was happy to see me. I have naturally curly hair, I look like I've had a corkscrew perm freshly put in (According to Steve) all the time. So he always get excited when I come in, because it's an unusual hair-type, and then mildly disappointed when I leave because somehow he can never recreate it. I'm slowly trying to gradually tell him how I achieve my curls, but it's odd telling a hairdresser how to do a style. As it's his job, and I feel terribly rude. I keep dropping subtle hints every time I have a haircut (regularly once a year since I was 17). So far I've worked up to telling him that I either let my hair dry naturally, or if it's cold hairdry it on a hot setting, without wind. The problem is, he treats my hair as though it's been permed. It's logical, because my hair behaves that way. So he used to blow dry it with cold air (and it frizzed, he's given up on that after 3 years), crinkle and shape it with his hands, and put wax on it (so now it goes weirdly straight and curls at the end... like a poodle). However the trick to my hair is to do as little as possible, little bit of mousse to keep the style for the week, blowdry the roots upside-down so gravity doesn't flatten the top (old trick from the 1970s) and then just leave it. It'll sort itself out. My hair's done for the week, no brushing, no insane styling, just shaking it out in the morning, maybe clipping bits out of my eyes for safety reasons and tying it up for Judo.
After that I had to shoot off to the Fresher's Fayre. I was in the tent doing the Judo table, next to the Karate table, trying to get all the lovely freshers to join up. It was quite nice, I was with my mate Alexandra (looking forward to throwing her about on Thursday) and it was fairly funny both of us being these rather slim, delicate and feminine girls advertising judo. Got talking to the Karate guys next to her too, I think it was James, another guy Tom?, Raqhel, and Dan. Just comparing our sports as they're usually lumped together. Loads of girls joined up Karate, as it's less contact and good to build confidence for self-defence. We sort of came to the conclusion that here, and not disrespectfully, Karate is the girls sport, and Judo is the men's sport. Karate scares me, because it's less contact, but there's always more blood, and bruises... I don't like punching and kicking. I find Judo gentler in that respect. It's more physical contact, but I can deal better with being thrown and tackled than being punched and kicked.
So me, and Alexandra, totally using our feminine charms to get people to join. I was worse, waving and smiling at people completely flirting with boys and girls alike. It was most humorous how many males just walked up to us not knowing what our table was only to be hit we 'Care to join our Judo club?' and then grinning shyly and walking away. Quite a few sadly did cite, not wanting to be beaten up by girls like us as a reason for not joining. I even tries the 'it's a good way to meet girls' line, to which I got... 'but I don't want to be beaten up by them!' Some just freely admitted that they didn't like sports like that. We did totally judge people... a sort of 'Care to join judo/karate?'
'No,'
'Probably couldn't do it anyway!'
I had a particularly funny fresher who after a long attempt to persuade him said 'I don't like being touched!' to which I pointed him in the direction of the Karate table. We, the Japanese martial art lot, ended up making this arrangement that if we got someone who didn't like the sound of Judo, point them to the Karate table, and if the Karate people got someone who didn't like Karate, point them to us. It did work well. We got a surprising number to sign up for both. The timings work out well too, Karate's the day before Judo (had it been the other way round, no one would ever make it to Karate after Judo... there's muscles aching that you never knew existed). It was nice how many girls we got to join up, especially ones which seemed shy, or ones who used to do it. I saw Tom, who started with me, but graduates next year and got him to sign up. I hope he comes along, it'll be nice to see him. The event was a bit long though. We all kind of began to do this sort of challenge, try and get the least likely person to sign up to our respective sport. So, really skinny men, and really made up queen bee types at the extreme of the spectrum. It was quite fun actually. I managed to persuade a couple of the hairspray brigade to join up, and some skinny men, Alexandra got none, but did get some skinny men, Raqhuel got quite a lot of girls.
In other news, lock up your sons, I'm a free agent again! :-D
It was a cool week, I had a fairly relaxed Monday and Tuesday. Just trying to find jobs and things while being annoyingly ill.
Finding myself free on Wednesday (on account of still not being able to breath well enough to go to Judo) I went to the Pub with Mikey, Julian, HannaH and Stephen. It was a pretty good night for the most part I believe! While there I also ran into TINO! Who's just come back from working at Disney world for a year. So it was pretty awesome to see him! He also came along with some other people who I don't really rate too highly, and was later joined by my mate Fiona. I also saw Liz, whom I went to school with. I did chat to Tino for quite a while (I mean... he's returned to us from Disney world!!!) But I couldn't really ditch my friends and join their party. It was a good night. Quite blurry if I'm honest. I have memories, just incomplete, and non-sequential in their arrangement within my mind. I remember arriving. Finding a table, and seeing Tino, and Mikey arriving from having watched the match with his brothers... before I started drinking alcohol. I had a hot chocolate, because like most good nights, it started with the best of intentions. I was ill, so I wasn't going to drink. I ended up having a single Southern comfort and Lemonade just as Mike arrived. Then I had one Mike got me... Then the exact number is unknown. I like to call the number of drinks consumed n+2. I didn't drink thaaaat much, but I'd not eaten much either... and my recession friendly drinking abilities have been well documented over the years. I maintain that it's because I have a super efficient liver! From there on I remember hugging Mikey at the bar, Going out to talk to Tino's party, mostly about how great it was for them to see me drunk again, and playing with my empty glass. Mikey said something about going to the Windsor castle, and I remember being very excited about going outside and walking. I remember being really happy walking and talking to Hannah, what about, I have no idea. And wanting to basically break into my old secondary school. And a bright red door with ivy on it, though where I'm not overly sure. I also remember being at the Windsor, and this is where my tummy started hurting (I have this inflamed lining at the moment, drinking doesn't help) so I wanted to go home. And Julian walked me to the bus stop, I think I was basically talking crap, because I don't really remember much of it but I do remember talking at length about the Vietnam war... though details escape me.
Last thing of that night was my, giving my Dad a hug, and then moisturising... to which my Dad increduously asked 'Are you... moisturising!?'
The morning after the night before was a veritable foray into uncomfortable knowledge via blankness. i.e I knew something had happened but don't quite know what. I'm still not overly sure what. I doubt I'll ever really work out what it is my subconscious knows happened but my conscious mind seems to have misplaced the recording. I'm not sure how much it matters seeing as I can't quite remember it. But maybe it'll bite me in the ass one day. Maybe it already has. I just don't know. Then I went to Katie's and had a very nice afternoon with her and Stephen (they are related) drinking tea, talking and eating soup.
Friday was a bit of a hectic day for me, it was good though. I had the annual haircut in the morning, Steve, my hairdresser was happy to see me. I have naturally curly hair, I look like I've had a corkscrew perm freshly put in (According to Steve) all the time. So he always get excited when I come in, because it's an unusual hair-type, and then mildly disappointed when I leave because somehow he can never recreate it. I'm slowly trying to gradually tell him how I achieve my curls, but it's odd telling a hairdresser how to do a style. As it's his job, and I feel terribly rude. I keep dropping subtle hints every time I have a haircut (regularly once a year since I was 17). So far I've worked up to telling him that I either let my hair dry naturally, or if it's cold hairdry it on a hot setting, without wind. The problem is, he treats my hair as though it's been permed. It's logical, because my hair behaves that way. So he used to blow dry it with cold air (and it frizzed, he's given up on that after 3 years), crinkle and shape it with his hands, and put wax on it (so now it goes weirdly straight and curls at the end... like a poodle). However the trick to my hair is to do as little as possible, little bit of mousse to keep the style for the week, blowdry the roots upside-down so gravity doesn't flatten the top (old trick from the 1970s) and then just leave it. It'll sort itself out. My hair's done for the week, no brushing, no insane styling, just shaking it out in the morning, maybe clipping bits out of my eyes for safety reasons and tying it up for Judo.
After that I had to shoot off to the Fresher's Fayre. I was in the tent doing the Judo table, next to the Karate table, trying to get all the lovely freshers to join up. It was quite nice, I was with my mate Alexandra (looking forward to throwing her about on Thursday) and it was fairly funny both of us being these rather slim, delicate and feminine girls advertising judo. Got talking to the Karate guys next to her too, I think it was James, another guy Tom?, Raqhel, and Dan. Just comparing our sports as they're usually lumped together. Loads of girls joined up Karate, as it's less contact and good to build confidence for self-defence. We sort of came to the conclusion that here, and not disrespectfully, Karate is the girls sport, and Judo is the men's sport. Karate scares me, because it's less contact, but there's always more blood, and bruises... I don't like punching and kicking. I find Judo gentler in that respect. It's more physical contact, but I can deal better with being thrown and tackled than being punched and kicked.
So me, and Alexandra, totally using our feminine charms to get people to join. I was worse, waving and smiling at people completely flirting with boys and girls alike. It was most humorous how many males just walked up to us not knowing what our table was only to be hit we 'Care to join our Judo club?' and then grinning shyly and walking away. Quite a few sadly did cite, not wanting to be beaten up by girls like us as a reason for not joining. I even tries the 'it's a good way to meet girls' line, to which I got... 'but I don't want to be beaten up by them!' Some just freely admitted that they didn't like sports like that. We did totally judge people... a sort of 'Care to join judo/karate?'
'No,'
'Probably couldn't do it anyway!'
I had a particularly funny fresher who after a long attempt to persuade him said 'I don't like being touched!' to which I pointed him in the direction of the Karate table. We, the Japanese martial art lot, ended up making this arrangement that if we got someone who didn't like the sound of Judo, point them to the Karate table, and if the Karate people got someone who didn't like Karate, point them to us. It did work well. We got a surprising number to sign up for both. The timings work out well too, Karate's the day before Judo (had it been the other way round, no one would ever make it to Karate after Judo... there's muscles aching that you never knew existed). It was nice how many girls we got to join up, especially ones which seemed shy, or ones who used to do it. I saw Tom, who started with me, but graduates next year and got him to sign up. I hope he comes along, it'll be nice to see him. The event was a bit long though. We all kind of began to do this sort of challenge, try and get the least likely person to sign up to our respective sport. So, really skinny men, and really made up queen bee types at the extreme of the spectrum. It was quite fun actually. I managed to persuade a couple of the hairspray brigade to join up, and some skinny men, Alexandra got none, but did get some skinny men, Raqhuel got quite a lot of girls.
In other news, lock up your sons, I'm a free agent again! :-D
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