for daws to peck at

[extemporanea]

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

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[strawberryfrog]

For no real reason, I refer you all to this hobbit-fancying video.

[wolverine_nun]

I know! At the gym it's the same. I don't go any more, but when I did I would defiantly wear either a maths t-shirt, or an SCA t-shirt.

We did Othello at school and I read Iago. Good stuff.