A Weekend in Tab-land (Part the First)
So, this weekend, I left the noble university town of Oxford to brave the home of the Fenland Poly¹. It didn't really get off to an inspiring start on Friday afternoon when the 3½ coach journey was further extended by a passenger swearing at the driver, then getting of and standing in front of the coach until he was dragged away kicking and screaming by the police². That, plus the fact that the toilet on the coach was out of order, meant that I made a rapid exit in search of a public convenience the moment we got to Cambridge.
Rather cleverly, this left me right next to the cinema, so rather than going in search of frayer, I hung around and waited for her. The movie was, of course, the newly-released Snakes on a Plane - a film which has no pretensions of doing anything more than living up to its title and being an absolutely first-class B-movie. What with considerable quantities of spirits added to the cinema-supplied cola, the "drink whenever you see a snake. Or a plane. Or..." game lead to rapid intoxication, so a walk back to the hotel seemed a wise plan. As did Burger King.
Our room at Sleeperz was impressively tiny - bunk beds on one side, the world's smallest en-suite on the other, and a space the width of a door in-between. I claimed the top bunk by virtue of being taller and somehow managed not to full out (although I didn't manage to get much sleep, so I suspect the the bed claims a moral victory).
1) OK, I should probably stop before I mortally offend every Cambridge person on my flist.
2) Actually, the moment the police turned up, he went over and started haranguing them, so there was no dragging.
Rather cleverly, this left me right next to the cinema, so rather than going in search of frayer, I hung around and waited for her. The movie was, of course, the newly-released Snakes on a Plane - a film which has no pretensions of doing anything more than living up to its title and being an absolutely first-class B-movie. What with considerable quantities of spirits added to the cinema-supplied cola, the "drink whenever you see a snake. Or a plane. Or..." game lead to rapid intoxication, so a walk back to the hotel seemed a wise plan. As did Burger King.
Our room at Sleeperz was impressively tiny - bunk beds on one side, the world's smallest en-suite on the other, and a space the width of a door in-between. I claimed the top bunk by virtue of being taller and somehow managed not to full out (although I didn't manage to get much sleep, so I suspect the the bed claims a moral victory).
1) OK, I should probably stop before I mortally offend every Cambridge person on my flist.
2) Actually, the moment the police turned up, he went over and started haranguing them, so there was no dragging.