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     We are becoming worried about Dave. He arrived in lectures this morning with grey nail varnish on his right hand. He claimed Claire had painted them, and he hadn't realised that it didn't come off with hot water, soap and a scrubbing brush. He refuses to explain why he didn't resist. Eventually he found Aldo in the Inorganic Chemistry Lab and obtained some acteone to remove the stuff. After lectures, we had a 'demonstration' for a 'practical' (stuff on symmetry - oh joy, group theory again). It was the essence of brevity - essentially 'take this sheet and read it, now get lost'. This was followed by a class with Dr. Greene, which was also exceptionally brief. Something is not right here. I'm about to be hit with a three hour tutorial soon, I know it.... I returned home with the feeling that something was missing from life. After some thought, I decided that it was probably brandy. With this thought in mind, I sallied forth to Victoria Wines with Mark (since he had cash with him) and we spent a few happy minutes debating the merits of various makes with the people behind the counter. We eventually decided on Corvoisier VSOP. It was expensive, but Mark and I will drink it in very small amounts. This is the plan. On our return, we opened the bottle to make sure everything was OK. It was. I have discovered smile in a bottle. One sip and, without being drunk, I found myself with a foolish grin on my face. Marvellous. Chris, on the other hand, pronounced it 'tasteless'. He won't be drinking any more of it, the heathen. Post-brandy, I went to visit Dave and Claire. Dave and I sat and watched Film 97. It was dull. Claire appeared and decided to fight Dave. This basically involved her tickling Dave, and Dave squealing, wriggling about and not defending himself. It all seems rather one-sided. I left them to it. There was nothing I could contribute. |
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