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Jun. 10th, 2004 12:55 amI am hugely pleased with the hat I just got for doing the Topsy Turvey photocopying - it's an England hat with viking horns, which just appeals on soooo many levels. My viking is refusing to wear it, but he did that with the Santa hat originally too, so best of luck to him. AND my dad will disapprove cos of the whole jingoistic overtones thing and there's nothing I like more than winding up my dad. Like I said, appeals on many levels.
Spent most of the afternoon revising Anglo Saxon in the accident and emergency department of the John Radcliffe, on account of Matt broke his hand last week and hadn't managed to do anything about it yet, and wanted some company. Suspect I will have to go back with him tomorrow on account of he wouldn't let them set it immediately cos he insisted he needed to be back in time to sing the chaple service. Still, got a lot of revision done. Revising poetry all about vikings hacking each other to bits with swords and spears in the A and E department struck me as faintly ironic, especially since the last time I spent an evening in A and E I was specifically reading Wilfred Owen and Seigfried Sassoon war poetry. Bloodthirsty? Moi?
This was followed by an enjoyable evening of geekery and chocolate-related-foodstuffs, in which I absolutely definately did not proove my bloodthirstyness by reducing
synergetic and
fu_manchu12 to hysterics in the St John's TV room. Nope. Not at all.
Spent most of the afternoon revising Anglo Saxon in the accident and emergency department of the John Radcliffe, on account of Matt broke his hand last week and hadn't managed to do anything about it yet, and wanted some company. Suspect I will have to go back with him tomorrow on account of he wouldn't let them set it immediately cos he insisted he needed to be back in time to sing the chaple service. Still, got a lot of revision done. Revising poetry all about vikings hacking each other to bits with swords and spears in the A and E department struck me as faintly ironic, especially since the last time I spent an evening in A and E I was specifically reading Wilfred Owen and Seigfried Sassoon war poetry. Bloodthirsty? Moi?
This was followed by an enjoyable evening of geekery and chocolate-related-foodstuffs, in which I absolutely definately did not proove my bloodthirstyness by reducing