Jaunty Angles
4 years ago
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Looking up
Things are looking up, slightly. I finally have a topic for my essay (typical work breakdown: 4 weeks to write essay - 3 weeks casting around for a topic, which I change 4 times, telling everyone about each of them in some detail; feeling sick and panicking and wondering whether to leave country, deciding it isn't worth it; find topic and have 5 days to write it; quite enjoy writing it, quite irritated that I have to explain to everybody that I have changed mind 3x since talking to them (what must they think?) submit: satisfactory mark; promise self that won't go through same process next time, will plan better etc. and relax about things; rinse and repeat for next essay)and have even made a start on it, even if the start involves a description of the Litvinenko affair, which doesn't seem relevant to my topic just yet. Still, nice to have something down on paper. Must have been the mojitos! Yes, went out on Wednesday night after interesting meeting with other students in which we described our law essays. The most racy one was Kelvin's which involved witchcraft, witch doctors and wizards with airstrips in the back garden for flying on broomsticks etc. I hope I never have to go to court in Cameroon.
Following that, saw Shooting Dogs with KT, a film about the Rwandan genocide, which Lars (our law lecturer) had said was no good, biased etc, as he has been there and knows a lot about it. Well, I was surprised, because it wasn't a bad movie, and if it was one-sided, I would argue that any situation with a bunch of people killing people with machetes is going to inevitably fall down on one side or the other. I just haven't the stomach for these things though, it depresses me no end watching people kill each other, you'd think I'd be jaded by now. I only ever saw two dead bodies in my life however. One was my dad, the other was a lady outside the post office in St. Petersburg. She had just sat down and died, and was just sitting there like a grey statue. It reminded me of a good sketch by Alexei Sayle I once saw, in which Burke and Hare, the bodysnatchers dig up a corpse of an old lady one night, traipse through the town with it, and then knock on a door. A voice cries, "Is it fresh?", and they say "Yeah" in gruff voices, and pass the corpse in. The old lady is propped up in a chair, and then morning arrives, the sun shines and a cock crows and we see that she has been propped up behind the counter in the post office, where there is a queue stretching out into the street, containing Phileas Fogg, who has made a bet to go round the world in 80 days, but has spend several weeks in the post office queue waiting to submit his passport form.
Anyway, then went to meet Kata and Hemmie in ludicrously expensive bar in soho (£7 for a Mojito, though Hemmie says there are better ones at the soho hotel which cost £13 - I'll take his word for it) then we went to cheaper pub (only 12 for three drinks) where Kata insisted on playing truth or dare, a perfectly horrible game, as I go into thinking I am a fairly open person, and then suddenly remember the most embarrassing things in my life which I promptly blab about.
If I had time I would write about the meeting with bunch of committee weirdos from the university. But I don't.
Following that, saw Shooting Dogs with KT, a film about the Rwandan genocide, which Lars (our law lecturer) had said was no good, biased etc, as he has been there and knows a lot about it. Well, I was surprised, because it wasn't a bad movie, and if it was one-sided, I would argue that any situation with a bunch of people killing people with machetes is going to inevitably fall down on one side or the other. I just haven't the stomach for these things though, it depresses me no end watching people kill each other, you'd think I'd be jaded by now. I only ever saw two dead bodies in my life however. One was my dad, the other was a lady outside the post office in St. Petersburg. She had just sat down and died, and was just sitting there like a grey statue. It reminded me of a good sketch by Alexei Sayle I once saw, in which Burke and Hare, the bodysnatchers dig up a corpse of an old lady one night, traipse through the town with it, and then knock on a door. A voice cries, "Is it fresh?", and they say "Yeah" in gruff voices, and pass the corpse in. The old lady is propped up in a chair, and then morning arrives, the sun shines and a cock crows and we see that she has been propped up behind the counter in the post office, where there is a queue stretching out into the street, containing Phileas Fogg, who has made a bet to go round the world in 80 days, but has spend several weeks in the post office queue waiting to submit his passport form.
Anyway, then went to meet Kata and Hemmie in ludicrously expensive bar in soho (£7 for a Mojito, though Hemmie says there are better ones at the soho hotel which cost £13 - I'll take his word for it) then we went to cheaper pub (only 12 for three drinks) where Kata insisted on playing truth or dare, a perfectly horrible game, as I go into thinking I am a fairly open person, and then suddenly remember the most embarrassing things in my life which I promptly blab about.
If I had time I would write about the meeting with bunch of committee weirdos from the university. But I don't.
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