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Lots of nothings to report. Just thought I should blog seeing as it's been a while. This is my 109th post!
I have been away teaching at the OU. Bath is a lovely city to work in. Every building is beautiful (now the nasty shopping centre has been demolished - I wish I'd been responsible for that) and so I thoroughly enjoyed mooching about the city in the sunshine. OU students are notoriously odd. They each have a story; some reason as to why they are "unconventional" students. Some are a delight - they are genuinely interested in their subject and they are incredibly motivated. They always applaud at the end of my lectures (as if my ego needs a boost) and they seem impressed by my ebay purchased laser. Some, on the other hand, should not be let out. Let's take the penultimate evening's Desperado Disco, for instance. Each week the students decide that they deserve to let their hair down. And that they do. On week 1 I walked in to view a scrawny man knee-sliding his air-guitared self across the dancefloor, knocking two large women (sporting the season's bright prints) over as he travelled. They all stayed on the floor in hysterics. For too long. Add to this a Bristolian DJ who is (no joke) smaller than I. Not once did he play two songs consecutively. No. Rather, his south-western dulcet tones described how "this next one's for the ladeez". Every time.
By the second week I realised that I had to join them. I had every cocktail on the menu, and it wasn't long before I was throwing myself about like a flipping student. I still have a sore head from where a dance move went wrong and I punched myself.
So it's back to Leeds with a bang. My eyes are very tired from a day of pooter work - the poor things don't fare well with this close up work. In order to enjoy being back I have spruced up the garden.
Tonight I'm planting ginger. And in October I'll plant garlic. Yes, it's all stuff left in my veg basket. The ginger had sprouted a root of its own accord whilst I was away. Hurrah for organic food!
By the way my sunflowers are doing OK.
They're well and over 1m20. Not the tallest, granted, but they're Hortons so that's relatively massive. The pic is not a good one, but it did involve precariously balancing the camera on a windowsill then running to the flowers. This is the only one that had both me and the flowers in the same shot.
Steve hasn't shown himself since I've returned. I hope he's not offended that I had to leave him. Which reminds me - I visited an RSPCA place whilst away. It consolidated the fact that if I don't get a dog sharp-ish, something bad might happen.
By the way, Bristolians have got a functional approach on trains.
Yes - absolutely - change your baby for one that sits upright, you fool.
Moon. xxx
I have been away teaching at the OU. Bath is a lovely city to work in. Every building is beautiful (now the nasty shopping centre has been demolished - I wish I'd been responsible for that) and so I thoroughly enjoyed mooching about the city in the sunshine. OU students are notoriously odd. They each have a story; some reason as to why they are "unconventional" students. Some are a delight - they are genuinely interested in their subject and they are incredibly motivated. They always applaud at the end of my lectures (as if my ego needs a boost) and they seem impressed by my ebay purchased laser. Some, on the other hand, should not be let out. Let's take the penultimate evening's Desperado Disco, for instance. Each week the students decide that they deserve to let their hair down. And that they do. On week 1 I walked in to view a scrawny man knee-sliding his air-guitared self across the dancefloor, knocking two large women (sporting the season's bright prints) over as he travelled. They all stayed on the floor in hysterics. For too long. Add to this a Bristolian DJ who is (no joke) smaller than I. Not once did he play two songs consecutively. No. Rather, his south-western dulcet tones described how "this next one's for the ladeez". Every time.
By the second week I realised that I had to join them. I had every cocktail on the menu, and it wasn't long before I was throwing myself about like a flipping student. I still have a sore head from where a dance move went wrong and I punched myself.
So it's back to Leeds with a bang. My eyes are very tired from a day of pooter work - the poor things don't fare well with this close up work. In order to enjoy being back I have spruced up the garden.
Tonight I'm planting ginger. And in October I'll plant garlic. Yes, it's all stuff left in my veg basket. The ginger had sprouted a root of its own accord whilst I was away. Hurrah for organic food!
By the way my sunflowers are doing OK.
They're well and over 1m20. Not the tallest, granted, but they're Hortons so that's relatively massive. The pic is not a good one, but it did involve precariously balancing the camera on a windowsill then running to the flowers. This is the only one that had both me and the flowers in the same shot.
Steve hasn't shown himself since I've returned. I hope he's not offended that I had to leave him. Which reminds me - I visited an RSPCA place whilst away. It consolidated the fact that if I don't get a dog sharp-ish, something bad might happen.
By the way, Bristolians have got a functional approach on trains.
Yes - absolutely - change your baby for one that sits upright, you fool.
Moon. xxx
posted by Moon @ 8:49 pm
5 Comments:
At 10:08 pm,
Lord G said…
tres amusant. Was in leeds yesterday, thought you were out of town otherwise i'd have given you a shout. ..
At 11:48 am,
frankien said…
You should watch that animal programme that comes on channel 1 in the mornings. from battersea dogs home. Even my Mum is now thinking of adopting a dog. When I was younger I was banned from watching petrescu because it was so upsetting. There was this one with Martin the Cat...
How is the write up going?
At 4:38 pm,
Moon said…
Lordie - next time you're about let me know! I was in the Shire but could have returned easily. Hope you had fun in t'North.
Frankien - your mum should get a dog, yes! We all should. However your cats may not be amused.
Write up's going ok thanks. Am having one of those days where I read a paper and everything becomes clear. However I had one yesterday and now I can't even recall what I read. Most frustrating. End is in sight, though.
At 7:09 pm,
Lord G said…
Writing up is about self-discovery.... I want a dog. In fact I want two; a doberman and a bassett hound.
At 9:50 pm,
Moon said…
That would make a good cross. You must get the dogs! I think I might quite like greyhounds these days. They look kind. But not as much as my dog with a fringe (breed as yet undecided).
So far the self-discovery mission has revealed that reading sends me to sleep. What did you guys learn? Perhaps this calls for a post all of its own!
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