For fans of over-wrought analysis, here are my full results. A bit of explanation: the most important number is the one out of 300. (An AS level is 300 points, A2 a further 300, together they make a 600 point A level.) You need 240 points to get an A… in English I did rather well and got the full 300 this year 
while in Maths and Physics I got 261. Interestingly, I did actually get a B in one of my units for History – it was the Russian one. But hey, it all works out 
We went to the pub to celebrate afterwards – although I’m a bit of a wuss, since the pub lunch interested me more than the alcohol! 
Joshua also gave me the most fantastic present ever in the history of the world… and I’ll blog about it when we get the camera back \ we figure out how to get the batteries in 
Right, off to Brighton today. Congratulations to everyone else who got good results, and if you were disappointed – just sit down and plan what you have to do and you’ll be fine. Honestly.
4 As. Um… How the hell did that happen? 
love you all
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On Saturday I travelled up to Birmingham – walked quickly through an anti-war demo keeping my head down – and caught the good ole bus to Rubery where Josie met me and I checked into the sexy Premier Travel Inn. (It was called ‘Birmingham South’ which was interesting because up to that point I’d thought Rubery was further north. Revelation!) The lady at reception asked me if I had a car in the car park. I didn’t.
Then Josie took me to Marlbrook! The third leg of the Rubery – Cofton – Marlbrook tripod. The bus driver disliked me because of my shock that Birmingham to Rubery costs £1.20 whereas Rubery to Cofton Marlbrook costs £2.20. ‘Over the border’ I was told, several times, by several different people, but it still wrangles.
At Josie’s, I learnt the following:
- Scrappy doesn’t bark! Instantly erasing my phobia of him as a dog
- In fact, we got rather close and he licked my nose in a tender moment
- Josie’s parents are very friendly and play classy modern music like The Kooks over dinner
- Kathryn buys floam!
- The moment you encounter floam, you are instantly addicted
Oh and I also met Aaron Arun(?). Hi!
The whole point of this was to get to Sunday where I brought Lucy back to London by Megabus At which point I should really hand you over to her, because she writes about it much better than I ever could. But it was lots of fun and she now has an Oyster card, which is the important thing 
Tomorrow is AS results day. Woo? I’m a bit apathetic about it, though rest assured I’ll blog the results live from my phone, no matter how bad they are
Predictions?
I think I’ll get a C in Physics, and I blame Solid Materials for that, because otherwise I could have got a B. Grrr. The others? Well I’m really not sure. I’m least sure in History which I guess I need an A in the most, though maybe need is a funny word. I just don’t know.
Stay tuned…
Sorry for not saying much recently, I’m just relaxing in holiday mode so it’s the usual ‘sleep till late’ routine. Oh, and my watch has just died \ run out of batteries. Press the light button and it beeps like a cardiac arrest machine, resetting itself to midnight on the 1st January. Quite fitting, given that each day is much like the last on summer holidays, and that’s how it ought to be
We have been being rather geeky and watching the very first Doctor Who stories from 1963. It amuses me how the Thals (um, the nice, well-mannered people who were the very first race the Daleks wanted to exterminate a lot) sound like a travelling Shakespearian performance set with act-tor voices aplenty.
Accents are a funny thing. We might have changed and progressed since the 1960s but I have still heard people complain that they will have to change their accent to work in the media, or that they even dislike it, and when both Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant were cast as The Doctor, they had to answer question after question in interviews about which accent they would be using. And I still have to convince people that I do have an accent myself, it’s just boring
Welcome to the new – ultra masculine – Self household! On Friday afternoon the girls left us for a two week holiday in Tanzania, and I think it’s worth reporting that my first two meals afterwards were takeaway deep-pan pizza and hot dogs with heavy doses of ketchup. Heart attack beckons?
In Defence of History
I would also like to brag at finally solving a network issue that’s been bugging me (and Tasha, for whom it affects) for a long time. Hurrah! Now I can stream her utterly brilliant music folder across to my room. We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl… Yay!
Finally, I want to say how touched I am to be bequeathed things in Josie’s will.
Helen on It’s (waiting) time.: “Fabulous news, congratulations to you both! X” Jun 8, 21:51
