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Very pleasant and well-written summary of some recent results regarding Neptune.
(Source: outofcontextscience.com)
My goodness! Awesomeness in 1 & 3 of this summer’s Top Gear. Just excellent. Torchwood soon as well.
Last couple of days: Got back from Ireland, slept. Catching up on latest Top Gear. Had fantastic journey back from Bristol; saw the Tornado leave the station running the Torquay Express, a beautiful Peppercorn-class replica. A real transport of delight.
Loving Ireland. Getting a couple of pints of the G inside feels good.
On choir tour, day 2. Much fun in Wales yesterday, and flying to Ireland today. Loving beautiful views of Newgale, and chapels and Baptist heritage. Great games so far, and madcap episodes with Will leaving Helen distraught.
(Source: Business Insider)
Huzzah! Deodorant and fashion model beaten by tennis player.
Very, very happy time. One of the excellent weddings of the year, because we love Jessica and Chris so much, because smiling so much is fun, because singing awesome hymns is fun, and they both love Jesus and love each other so much I do my big grin lots. It was such a fun group of friends and family as well, with a super reception and party, and lovely and also funny speeches. I was mucho happy, and so were they.
Mon & Tues: PMS concert, stacks of rehearsals, some meetings I think, a couple of garden parties perhaps? The first few days seemed busy, anyway. The concert was OK, and I sort of sang acceptably, but not really well. I just left it all too late to do Nigel proud in that one.
Weds: Eden punting in the evening. Great show. Bantertastic (“All games are eventually improved by the addition of full contact”). Cream tea, EMcL, wide games in meadow, all fixtures as usual. Disgraced myself my losing on every bridge. Chickened out of Fen Causeway, and Matt “Speedy-Gonzales” Wells managed to punt quicker than I could climb on the remaining two. Nap-time during Thursday morning.
Thurs (which was kind-of also Wednesday for us): Meat day! 24 day! Met for breakfast in the early afternoon and began a day of meat, meat, and almost nothing but meat (we allowed ourselves in addition: ketchup, salt, fruit juice, piri-piri sauce, sausages, and hamburger). We also watched a whole season of 24. Clemo, Braden, Bradshaw, some Andrew Holt and Harry Cameron, some David Robertson and Daniel, some Piggy Will and some Hemmings, and perhaps more I’m forgetting. I had a few hours out in the middle for choir dinner, and took the hit for the team by eating only meat there.
Choir was great, with the annual nostalgia, pictures, speeches, and looking back. It’s been a good year folks! I don’t know how we fitted it in, but I seem to have recorded that we actually performed the Tosca that evening as well, having rehearsed it during the last two days.
More 24 followed. We had to stop at about 8.30am for the maths results ceremony with two episodes to go. (Maths was fine: emotionally numb, as usual; happiness standing next to Cornelia Strauss; just a good way to get results together.) A brief nap.
Fri (which was still kind-of Wednesday): Two big plates of chips for lunch! Needed fibre. Chores in the afternoon, then St Peter’s Feast. More choir love, with some dashing out of the dinner between service and grace and once even between courses to catch the last two 24 episodes. Returned to dinner finally for port. So many wet cycles back and forth to Newnham, and so little sleep. Feeling of slightly not well creeping up on me.
Perhaps I spent too much time with Christian friends, but it was one of the best weeks I’ve even had. All that time at Clemo’s was peak bonding (including Wolverine Sunday before).
We did it all again the next day and left for Sheringham on Saturday! Very good as usual. Christopher Ash on the conscience. Came back on 6.30 train Tuesday for choir rehearsals.
Crashed Tuesday afternoon.
Wednesday: rehearsed, polished shoes, went to Commencement dinner with dad (old Petreans get to come to graduation dinner with their children). Commencement service was very loud and sung rather well (Dyson in D, Bainton, Stanford Ps. 100).
Thursday: graduated. Nice shiny blue hood. Masters went at the very front of the procession, which was rather fun. Good day all round. It’s all a show for the parents really, because the emotional day for us is the Senate House reading, but they enjoyed it. Somehow packed during the day as well in little gaps. Crashed in the evening.
Friday: more choir. Josie Price’s wedding gig.
Saturday: final day before tour. Peterhouse alumni gathering gig with madrigals.
We will leave tonight for London, take a train on Sunday morning to Haverfordwest, sing in Wales, then cross to Ireland and sing over there, and fly back at the end of the week. Much excitement awaits!
Surprised. Interesting, and bears some thought. Figures seem good, but most of it consists of facts about mines and exploitable deposits I can’t evaluate. Perhaps a higher output over a shorter period (up to 2050) would satisfy demand for projected building? Also, want to see figures on reprocessing included.
Il pleut dans ma chambre.
J’écoute la pluie,
Douce pluie de septembre,
Qui tombe dans mon lit.
Le jardin frissonne. Toutes les fleurs ont pleuré
Pour la venue de l’automne
Et pour la fin de l’été
Mais la pluie fredonne
Sur un rythme joyeux.
Tip et tap et tip top et tip
Et tip tip et tip
Et tip top et tap.
Voilà ce qu’on entend la nuit.
C’est la chanson de la pluie.
Gorgeous smell of damp earth through open window as sun rising behind the chapel. Up very early after very early night; senses sharpened by long sleep and hunger after skipping supper, and hall no longer serving breakfast. Eating more regularly this term has robbed me of my ability to go for twenty-four hours without noticing. Started Hemingway this morning; writes a lot about suicide, which occupied me in various ways last night, but am more clear-minded today to think about touching and fascinating account of Spanish war.
Too much time on my hands. Reading more good novels, and doing more exercises. 2500 mixed today, in one sess before lunch, and last thousand in 16 mins before bed. Getting quicker.
Went to inaugural meeting of whisky society tonight. Very good. Seth talked well about whisky basics; he was accurate and helpful. Served us five contrasting flavours. Brought back some good tasting notes, some familiar, some new. Islay, lowlands, Jura, Kentucky, Speyside. Very enjoyable, good chatting. Would recommend for those around next term.
I’m worried: the library just told me my expiration was imminent. Halfway through The Satanic Verses, which are sort-of good, but not at all enjoyable.
Metabolising some lovely Muscat and champagne from Dr Zsák. GenComm this morning not so good, alas, on which more later.