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Head Poncho.

30 Sep

The very last thing I want to be reminded of is school PE lessons, but luckily for me, that’s exactly what I was in store for at 9am on a Monday morning.

To cut a long and boring story short, myself  “Head Poncho” (nicknamed after somebody misheard me) and Matt “Soul Trader”  (because one misspelling must follow another) were chosen as Executive Producers of each Live Broadcast team and had to choose who else we wanted to work with for the module.

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Losing Days.

28 Sep

I’ve got a problem.

Maybe I should be more specific? I mean, I’ve got lots of problems, and the majority of them aren’t really up for discussion in the public domain.

The one problem I *am* willing to discuss is my issue with watches.

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One and One and One and One.

26 Sep

If I’ve learnt anything from my short time on Earth (almost 23 years, if we’re being precise), it’s to never go to a film you know is going to make you cry wearing eyeliner, and having no tissues.

It’s a recipe for complete disaster.

BUT I NEVER BLOODY LEARN.

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Worrywart.

25 Sep

I’m still yet to discover what the actual point of going into Uni for half an hour of a lecture today was.

I mean, yes it was nice because I got to spend time with my lovely pals, but I can do that anytime.

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Pub Quiz.

22 Sep

It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for a quiz. Please provide your answers in the comments below.

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Return Of The Gack.

21 Sep

Are any of you really surprised when I tell you that once again, the Freshers have made me ILL.

Thanks guys and girls.

There’s nothing worse than being stuck in the house with a runny nose, feeling like crap when everyone else is doing nice fun things.

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Less Than Five.

20 Sep

I’ve seen a lot of films in my time on Earth.

Some have been good.

Some have been less good.

Some have been downright awful, like R.I.P.D, that I saw today.

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Pooped.

19 Sep

It’s not yet 10pm, but I’m already curled up in bed, ready to go to sleep pretty much as soon as I post this.

I always forget how tiring Freshers Fayre is, despite the fact I’m just sitting in a tent for five hours.

Safe to say, it was a total success, as we got more than my two hoped for sign-ups.
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Meeting Of Minds

18 Sep

Tomorrow I get a chance to meet hundreds of Freshers.

I’m ridiculously nervous for no apparent reason. I mean, I like people. People are brilliant.

But the Freshers Fayre sometimes feels like a bit of a dick swinging contest, in as much as it’s less about what your society does, and more about how flashy and exciting and attractive everyone at the table is.

I think I’ve just got the fear that people are going to think the comedy society is a bit pants and they won’t want to join.

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Comedy Cohorts

17 Sep

Well. The comedy night went fairly okay and I am subsequently very happy.

Congratulations, everyone.