Franz Ferdinand possibilities?

This is totally me last night.

I am totally not useless at skating.

(Seriously, how is that girl staying upright without holding onto the side of the rink for dear life? How is she not wobbling along, looking like a retarded baby deer?)

I fell over three times and now have the most fantastic bruise down my right thigh. I was OK as long as I was just doing 'skating' but as soon as I starting thinking about what I was doing, or looked at my skates, or some scallywag went whizzing past me, backwards, I lost it and started wobbling/clutching at Rach/falling over.

It was lots of fun though! I have not laughed so much in quite some time. Thanks Rach!














I am currently halfway through my essay regarding these two characters. They are Baroness Emmuska Orczy, a Hungarian noble who invented The Scarlet Pimpernel and (more importantly) Lady Molly of Scotland Yard; and Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, necrophiliac Francophile American who has a Nottingham theme pub named after one of his most famous works (and who, more importantly, invented 'detective fiction'). It is quite the good essay so far, I am most pleased with it. 1,200 words of a possible 2,200 and I suspect I will be cutting things back rather than panicking because I have not got enough to say, which is usually the case at this stage in the compositional stage. I would have written more if it weren't for the infernal lure of Spider Solitaire, the English student's equivalent of the opium den.

Still, I am confident that I will have completed the thing by tonight, which leaves me nicely set up for a cosy Saturday night of fun. Hurrah!