Woo hay! This morning at around 7.30 I got up, which may sound unremarkable but Nic’s RV crew had all been up since about 3 in the morning to get a coach to London. So I hopped along to meet them. There was actually something weird about seeing people in real life for the first time actually. A bit like meeting a celebrity from TV, but with added Brummie accents.
See, I am real after all!
So, we all headed on the wonderful Tubular Railway – me with my Oyster card and everyone else with those amusing paper tickets. And we went to Oxford Street so people could shop, and then on to Westminster for the touristy things like looking up at Big Ben and the London Eye and going “Oh look, it’s Big Ben and the London Eye.” Far more interesting was the tail-end of those anti war protests which we ran into. And nicked some of their posters!
I’ve also been asked to announce on the blog that Jason will be shaving off his hair. Nice, Jason. I also need to take a moment to denounce the cynical marketing strategy that GG has adopted. After some initial high-brow podcasts, a character called ‘No Name Toony’ was brought in in an obvious attempt to sell some merchandise to small children later on. I am disgusted. Vent your anger at GG by all going and listening to his podcasts now. 
Apologies for the dearth of blogging, I’ve been rather busy running around with all little bits of work. Tomorrow I’ll be meeting up with Nic, Josie et al on their London Adventurey thing. Hurrah!
Patel Pier
Cash for Piers, it’s the hot new thing.
Yes I am alive, but aside from that all I wanted to point out was the Observer leader I noticed today on the subject of our beloved Health Service:
It should be incorporated as an independent, state-funded body, with its own management and a charter explicitly stating its responsibilities to provide care free to all at the point of use. This is the model of the BBC, a national institution loved, respected and willingly funded by the licence-fee payer.
Wow! That sounds a lot like exactly what I said last year!
Why don’t we break the entire NHS off from government to form an independent body – state funded but not state controlled?
I’m right! I so know I am! This is so going in my manifesto…
Woo yay houpla – got an A in English. 90/90. Full marks. 
Which means I’ll never have to look at Wise Children again!
I’m not a big fan of misery and despair so will try to keep this brief. This week has not been the best for me. On Tuesday night I felt sick and – along with writing my still-brilliant Othello coursework – managed to throw up 
in the early hours of Wednesday morning. Fun! But, me being me, I still went to school. Lying in bed ill has never really been my favourite pastime and I’d rather not have missed another Physics double. So I sat by the window, burning up and hoping not to spread bird flu. (OK OK I did skip a tiny bit of school – ‘Enrichment’ in the afternoon. Happy now?)
So then Thursday was the after-effects ‘Aghh headache!’ day but I gulped down some Paracetamol and got on with it. And got my exam result for that terrible exam too – a B. I know what you’re thinking, that’s not so bad, but I could have got an A and I want to get an A and I will retake (sometime) and get an A unless I die of bird-flu-with-revenge first.
What about the English result, you ask? Well I don’t know. Should find out tomorrow. Which is making me all nervous and depressed because I was relatively confident until my teacher emailed with “Are you on line?” this evening. Well if it was good news she’d just put the grade in, wouldn’t she?!
Gah – I dunno. At least tomorrow is Fabio’s party (Happy Birthday btw ) so I can either drown my sorrows or celebrate an unlikely upside to an otherwise bad week. And I won’t be able to get a hangover either if I’ve already got a headache, right? Always a silver lining…
(Oh, and The Apprentice result this week was bollocks.)
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