Requiring the publication of a certain number of highly amusing quotes in one day:
The Conservatives have lost a battle to keep an £8.3m bequest by a man whose son described him as delusional.
Pharmaceuticals mogul Branislav Kostic, who died in 2005, wrote his will in the 1980s after saying Mrs Thatcher would save the world from “satanic monsters”.
But his only son Zoran, 50, contested the bequest at the High Court, saying his father was “deluded and insane” and he was entitled to the entire estate.
Source: BBC News
So it’s now acceptable to argue in court that one must be ‘deluded and insane’ to donate to the Tories? 
(Warning – vital context has been removed from the story in order to facilitate this blog entry.)
The one breathing space in the week – between handing in my weekly essay and Supervision tomorrow – and consequently a perfect time to blog. I’m just committed the intellectual version of gym membership, paying an absence amount of money for lifetime membership of The Cambridge Union Society and hoping that this outlay will encourage me to go. Although I really shouldn’t need much prompting, with an incredible array of speakers and debates to tempt me over three years.
On the topic of extravagant spending, or not, I’d like to take a moment to evangelise the McFlurry. Despite claims to the contrary, a McFlurry is a truly wondrous piece of design – not just for the food – but, I think, for the spoon. After being lured into the bright lights of McDonald’s last night to buy one, I was reunited with the big, thick, square spoon you get with a McFlurry. It’s a power spoon. You don’t peck at a McFlurry, you eat it boldly, griping the spoon \ shovel as required. No-one could argue that masculinity was ever in crisis when we still have the McFlurry.
(Try not to take the above too seriously, yeah?)
Tonight I’m going out to celebrate Yang’s birthday. Happy birthday Yang! He lives down my hall and is currently drowning in medical textbooks which are each the size of a hefty child. While I’m on my cherished Monday afternoon, hehe.
Wow…
is it a measure of incredible incompetence that I managed to wake up 8.53 for a 9.00 lecture, or a measure of astonishing competence that I still got there on time, dressed and everything? Either way, I hope it demonstrates how wonderfully close my accommodation is to the lecture site 
I type this as I hurriedly catch up on some Coco Pops before the next lecture at 12
I’m referring, of course, to the Habsburg Empire but perhaps there’s a case for applying it to Cambridge, too? 
Loving lectures at the moment. There were three today: on Ireland in the late 18th century, on British politics in the 19th, and on the position of women in the Victorian era. The latter last was the best, being one of those wonderfully good lectures, and coming with a comprehensive set of notes already (appeals to my lazy side ) so that you could just sit back and listen. Fascinating issues too, examining different explanations for how the position of women was justified, rather than just what it was. Saoirse, that lecture was for you.
Last night was parents’ night, so I thought it was high time I provided a photo of my brilliantly cool college parents, Felix and Rosa. They bought us pizza! (I have a brother and a sister too.) And there was a party, with chocolate cakes and cake and pass the parcel… really, there’s no better way to live.
Quintessentially student
Pass the parcel
Mum and dad!
Essay’s going well, btw, and I’m just back from a great night out at Nando’s and then back at the college bar…
The following sign is not from my building, but from K Block:
Ew
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