Bad blogger blah blah blah. Let’s move on: or back, rather to the weekend before last! A weekend in which Lucy and I once again fell in with the Emma crowd (and it really was the Emma crowd this time) by going to their formal hall on Sunday. This was… a strange experience. It was lovely to be invited, and they did serve finer potatoes than anything Caius has ever managed. (Less Fewer points for the meat, but that’s a different story.) But what was very odd was one of the porters, who – donned in sunglasses even through indoor sunglasses are near-universally ridiculous – spent his time roaming from one table to another and telling people off. Largely for talking.

“We have your names!” Well, erm, actually you don’t – I believe Simon put me down on the guest list as ‘Dominic Livingstone’. And Lucy goes to Sussex, who are unlikely to care much. But that’s not the point! Still, it has given me a renewed warm glow towards Caius… they may loose your cheques and serve you questionable chicken burgers, but at least they never shout at you because ‘I can hear you laughing’.

(Then we went off, drank lots and ate from the Van of Life. Twas good.)

Other things! Um – I gave up three hours of my life in aid of Science, further motivated only very slightly by the promise of £25 (volunteer bias – yes, we know, this is what happens when you decide it’s ‘unethical’ to experiment on people by kidnapping them). As a psychological experiment it wasn’t hugely excitingly, largely consisting of simple visual tests – like, did you see the flash happen on the left or the right of the screen? – but then again I eschewed the advertisement of a more game-theoryish psychological experiment, where you’d have to try and win your money, on the basis that I would probably get screwed over by hard-nosed economists!

I’d also like to show off my now-completed Secret Project X, or ‘Oliver’s birthday present’, but I can’t quite yet, so it’ll have to wait for next time. So, 2012ish, perhaps?

(Postscript: the philosophy library is one of my new favourite places in the world. This probably won’t last, though: my productivity goes up in little spikes with the novelty of finding a new place to work before settling back down again. Hence Simon and I deciding that we were going to embark on a roving library tour…)

(Postscript the second: stop spamming my blog, spammers! I don’t want to learn how to play the guitar, and neither do I want ‘cheap phentermine’. I don’t even know what phentermine is. [Looks it up.] An ‘appetite suppressant’?! Pur-lease. The really cheap way of suppressing your appetite is through eating cheap food.

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