Occasionally my life is surreal. This morning I madly registered 23 rugby players for their year's courses, an early taste of reg hell occasioned by some giant manly rugby tournament they're all dashing off to and for which they are not eligible unless they officially exist on our systems. I would not have survived the morning had I not ( Read more... )

I've managed, over the last few months, to get back into something of an exercise routine, which is a bit erratic at present owing to potential heat-stroke, but averages out at a brisk walk around the Common every second day and is making me feel exponentially better about life on a number of fronts. Exercise, who knew? It takes about half an hour ( Read more... )

Movie club last night, this theme mine, and it finally settled out at "Movies about dance under extreme weather conditions": Singing in the Rain and White Nights. Secondary theme: conceptual whiplash. Also, Really Good Seared Rare Beef Fillet On Rolls, which seems to be establishing itself as another recurring motif in these evenings ( Read more... )

Awww! Nice student just gave me cute mouse-shaped giant dark chocolate truffles as a thank-you for my curriculum advice, which admittedly has stretched over three months and entailed dealing with changes in subject, degree, university, continents, visa conditions and marital status, but hey, that's what they pay me for. Apparently ( Read more... )

Bizarre. I'm bouncing around the house this morning singing "My girl is the queen of the savages" at the top of my voice, while the cats flee in terror and the Evil Landlord gives me odd looks1. Nothing wrong with Magnetic Fields, say I! in fact, a lot right. Also, nothing wrong at all with waking up randomly at 7.30am on a Sunday morning, leaping ( Read more... )