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I was too exausted after the trip to write anything straight away but i suppose i small summary of what happened is in order. The bus trip was ok, appart from annoying jocks/ townies pissing in a bottle. Then we got to the "Generator" which was a rather dingy student hostle. The downstairs was decorated in an attractive shade of yellow, rather reminiscent of vomit and the paint was peeling off the walls. The rooms were worse still, as they were exactly like prison cells. in fact if you look at the cells in "Porridge" , well they were more habitable than the Generator. Anyway it was cheap student accomodation, and i shouldnt really complain since i got used to it.
Well then we went "out to dinner" as the itierary said, in other words macdonalds, and then to the pub, where we all had a few drinks. I was with Tom, Ben Gates and Chris, who are all nice enough i suppose. Still it seemed to be a real boys night out, with beer flowing freely and people commenting on what they would like to do to various young women who walked past. Not really my kind of thing, but it was alright. We met up with some of the other people on the trip, like Ceiron, who were mostly townie arseholes who use the word "mush" and expect to be taken seriously.
Then we went back to the Generator and had a few more drinks in the bar, which was the only habitable part of the place. and naturally we all got up very drunk and ended up sitting in our room talking about the usual stupid, random things.
Next day we had our tour of parliament then a trip to the cabinet war rooms and buckingham palace. London was the best part of the trip really. All the buildings and history, and then parliament which was brilliant. Maybe its just the last vestiges of my former nerdlike self re-establishing themselves, but instead of being a boring old building, parliament was full of wonder. All the decoration and the statues and the stories about which prime minister sat in which seat etc. It was all just fascinating. Its a pity i couldnt have enjoyed it with some other people who appreciated it more, instead of bored meeshes. Still Ben knew all the history as well, so we were able to discuss some of the things we saw and Neil turned out to be quite interesting too ( although he is still a crap lecurer).
The rest wasnt quite as fun, but i just loved walking round london. It was really good to be somewhere that was interesting to look at, that was basically not dead like swansea. I dont think ive ever appreciated London before, but then I've neverspent quite so much time there.
That night i moderated my drinking, since the hangover from the night before was pretty bad after waking up at 7:30. I've decided to cut down on the alcohol in general since its just not fun anymore and it isnt really healthy either. I've gone a bit mad with drink lately, getting drunk every friday and enjoying it less every time, so from now on no more getting drunk i think. I even considered giving up alcohol completely, and am still considering it. Well i will have to think about that more.
Anyway everyone else was pretty drunk that night as well, and Ben decided to slip a note under the door of the girls room opposite, as basically everyone in my room wanted to pull. I'm not sure why everyone on the trip seemed to believe that girls would go mad with desire over an obscene note, or some bloke flashing a packet of condoms at them. Perhaps it was some sort of sexual regression, or simply the fact that they were so used to pulling while drunk. Of course no one actually did pull. By this time the whole obsession with sex thing was getting a bit boring, with Ben constantly going in shops to read the erotic novels etc.
The last day was good, only because we got to walk a lot and that was my favourite part of it. Since by then i was getting irritated with the whole manly, townie thing and so everyone except but Alister was annoying me, i contented myself with just enjoying the view. Peoples attitudes to the school kids protesting outside parliament pissed me off too, as almost the whole party began to shout pro war bollocks at them and then cheered when the police came.
Basically, it was fun, but i just didnt fit in. Perhaps im a bit of a freak, but continually talking about sex and women lost its appeal several years ago, and general right wing attitude of people was pitiful. Oh well, there will be other trips with better people i suppose. Still i should have known, after all most politicians are bastards.
Well then we went "out to dinner" as the itierary said, in other words macdonalds, and then to the pub, where we all had a few drinks. I was with Tom, Ben Gates and Chris, who are all nice enough i suppose. Still it seemed to be a real boys night out, with beer flowing freely and people commenting on what they would like to do to various young women who walked past. Not really my kind of thing, but it was alright. We met up with some of the other people on the trip, like Ceiron, who were mostly townie arseholes who use the word "mush" and expect to be taken seriously.
Then we went back to the Generator and had a few more drinks in the bar, which was the only habitable part of the place. and naturally we all got up very drunk and ended up sitting in our room talking about the usual stupid, random things.
Next day we had our tour of parliament then a trip to the cabinet war rooms and buckingham palace. London was the best part of the trip really. All the buildings and history, and then parliament which was brilliant. Maybe its just the last vestiges of my former nerdlike self re-establishing themselves, but instead of being a boring old building, parliament was full of wonder. All the decoration and the statues and the stories about which prime minister sat in which seat etc. It was all just fascinating. Its a pity i couldnt have enjoyed it with some other people who appreciated it more, instead of bored meeshes. Still Ben knew all the history as well, so we were able to discuss some of the things we saw and Neil turned out to be quite interesting too ( although he is still a crap lecurer).
The rest wasnt quite as fun, but i just loved walking round london. It was really good to be somewhere that was interesting to look at, that was basically not dead like swansea. I dont think ive ever appreciated London before, but then I've neverspent quite so much time there.
That night i moderated my drinking, since the hangover from the night before was pretty bad after waking up at 7:30. I've decided to cut down on the alcohol in general since its just not fun anymore and it isnt really healthy either. I've gone a bit mad with drink lately, getting drunk every friday and enjoying it less every time, so from now on no more getting drunk i think. I even considered giving up alcohol completely, and am still considering it. Well i will have to think about that more.
Anyway everyone else was pretty drunk that night as well, and Ben decided to slip a note under the door of the girls room opposite, as basically everyone in my room wanted to pull. I'm not sure why everyone on the trip seemed to believe that girls would go mad with desire over an obscene note, or some bloke flashing a packet of condoms at them. Perhaps it was some sort of sexual regression, or simply the fact that they were so used to pulling while drunk. Of course no one actually did pull. By this time the whole obsession with sex thing was getting a bit boring, with Ben constantly going in shops to read the erotic novels etc.
The last day was good, only because we got to walk a lot and that was my favourite part of it. Since by then i was getting irritated with the whole manly, townie thing and so everyone except but Alister was annoying me, i contented myself with just enjoying the view. Peoples attitudes to the school kids protesting outside parliament pissed me off too, as almost the whole party began to shout pro war bollocks at them and then cheered when the police came.
Basically, it was fun, but i just didnt fit in. Perhaps im a bit of a freak, but continually talking about sex and women lost its appeal several years ago, and general right wing attitude of people was pitiful. Oh well, there will be other trips with better people i suppose. Still i should have known, after all most politicians are bastards.