not much to report, SNAFU
Every now and then the chef at Connaught Hall comes up with really good food which approaches the sublime; the sweet potato and leek bake we had for dinner yesterday was a memory best recollected in silence. I have also had poached apricot and meringue desserts, as well as interesting brie and cranberry pastries.
Even though the food is technically unobjectionable, I sometimes have trouble eating it because it tastes of guilt. I have a sneaking suspicion that the chef must have, at some point in hs career, harboured dreams of working at the savoy or having his own michelin-star restaurant. The dinners he makes at Connaught Hall therefore taste, to me at least, of broken dreams.
Apart from that, I had an interesting week. I met Princess Anne on Tuesday at the University foundation day. I did find her rather charming, even in spite of her military bearing and her resemblance to a horse. She appears to have perfected the art of looking and sounding interested even though the plain obvious truth is that she really isn't.
On Thursday I went for an interview and on Friday I heard the result of that interview. This will be my last year in London. Then I went out for cocktails with Gavin, Eloise, and Victoria.
On Saturday I met Robin in Chinatown.
Daniel, Victoria and me at the warden's flat before we left for the Foundation Day function.
Robin and I, in an ice cream place on one of the coldest days I've ever had here. Really smart, that.
Even though the food is technically unobjectionable, I sometimes have trouble eating it because it tastes of guilt. I have a sneaking suspicion that the chef must have, at some point in hs career, harboured dreams of working at the savoy or having his own michelin-star restaurant. The dinners he makes at Connaught Hall therefore taste, to me at least, of broken dreams.
Apart from that, I had an interesting week. I met Princess Anne on Tuesday at the University foundation day. I did find her rather charming, even in spite of her military bearing and her resemblance to a horse. She appears to have perfected the art of looking and sounding interested even though the plain obvious truth is that she really isn't.
On Thursday I went for an interview and on Friday I heard the result of that interview. This will be my last year in London. Then I went out for cocktails with Gavin, Eloise, and Victoria.
On Saturday I met Robin in Chinatown.
Daniel, Victoria and me at the warden's flat before we left for the Foundation Day function.
Robin and I, in an ice cream place on one of the coldest days I've ever had here. Really smart, that.