i woke in the morning, wandering, wasted and worn out

after my strange, scary and thrilling adventures adrift in oxford i have returned.

haven't blogged in ages. i think i'll write 300 words right now to shut everyone up.
reasons why the independent is shit:
- it is read by pretentious pseudo-lefty bastards.
- it doesn't actually contain much news.
- last time i read the independent there were 5 articles about michael howard, including 2 written by him. they weren't even about his politics, just about how many holidays he'd taken and other shite.
- it tries desperately to be the *left wing equivalent* of the times. that sucks.

also i'm very annoyed about the whole ken livingstone saga. all he did was insult some fascist reporter. the comparison was nothing to do with jews or nazis, it was about people behaving immorally on the basis that it's their job. i don't get why other randomers are getting all offended. some one wrote in to the independent (another reason why it's shit) and said that ken was a victim of his own political correctness. this is obviously bullshit. ken doesn't represent political correctness, he represents equality, you moronic independent-reading retard.

yeah. so. here's what i've been up to:
friday: shopping with sarah and bob. purchased a badge for the exploitative price of £2.50. i know i have recounted this tale to nearly everyone over the past week, i am just shocked that i ripped myself off so much.
saturday: random bus-adventure to clapham with reid and ally. got *slightly* tipsy outside macdonalds/at waterloo station/in a park.
sunday: a tedious day. physics lectures. sleep. food. sleep.
monday: likewise.
tuesday: physics lectures. oxford. women's cabaret in a bar somewhere. drinks. kebabs. sleep.
wednesday: botanical gardens. stunning. coffee and cake in oxford, then homeward bound. played the recorder for several hours. ate celery. slept.
today: sleeping? eating? what day is it again?

what a productive week.
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