Going back in time & Geremi

So I had a 9 o'clock lecture yesterday. As I've posted before, I dislike 9's not only because of the earliness, but because of the coldness that strikes me as soon as I climb out of my duck-feathered duvet.

Anyway, I set my alarm for 7:30, which I thought was very sensible. So it goes off and I stop it and climb out. I go to the bathroom and take care of some business before I make it back to my room. As I'm used to, I turn on my computer to check emails (computing student anyone?) and notice that the clock on my laptop says 9:30. That seemed a bit odd. I then checked my watch and it concurred with the computer. At this point, I'm sort of having a mini mental breakdown. So I check my other watch and my mobile only to find that they're all siding with the computer. Bloody hell, why is my alarm clock's time two hours behind every other time-telling device? It did wake me up on time on Monday, so I can't see how all of a sudden it's two hours behind (and exactly two hours, not two hours and 40 minutes when you might assume the battery is faltering or something).

No problem then, I'll just make it to my meeting at 11 then, and Jimmy will brief me on what went on in the lecture when he gets back. So I make breakfast and am eating when I hear a door open. I look and it's Jimmy... what the hell!? Well, he conveniently forgot we had a lecture at 9. So it's not that bad, Matt can still brief us later on. When I meet with him at 11 for that team meeting it turns out he work up in time but couldn't be bothered going. Great stuff. So what happened in that lecture, I'll never know. And what happened to my alarm clock, I better find out! I just know that I've lost all faith on that alarm clock and now have to rely on my mobile until I get a new alarm clock.


In other news, did anyone see an interview with Geremi on Match of the Day? When asked about the stunning free kick he scored, he said "well, Drogba got fouled (read: took a dive) and we got a free kick. I asked Michael (Ballack) and Frank (Lampard) if I could take it and they let me. Then I kicked it and it went in and now I'm happy." Great stuff.

Leazes Park dude

So the most surreal thing happened to me a few weeks ago. I was talking to Jimmy and he told me about a time last year when he was walking back to Castle Leazes Halls through the park and he passed by a guy who called out "you alreet?" Jimmy decided to ignore the guy and make a dash towards the entrance of the halls. Then the guy got pissed off at Jimmy for being so rude and snapped at him about how students suck and should all suffer horrible deaths (in perhaps not so many words).

The day after I was walking that same park and I see this bloke that's walking in the other direction. As our paths meet, I hear an indistinguishable "alreet?" I didn't have too much to think, but I decided to respond to him the same way but in English: "Alright?" That seemed to be good enough for him and he peacefully kept skipping past me (or walking, whatever...).

Then when I told Jimmy about that I was asked to describe the dude. I gave him a more or less detailed description of the bloke (that coming from me is a very bad description, but I try) and apparently there's a good chance it might have been the same guy. What are the odds? We've been thinking of sending Vadim on a journey through Leazes Park to see if we make it a hat-trick of encounters.

Striking glass

So I was walking quite fast towards the Metro station in order to get to in time. That's not an uncommon thing for me to do, but this time something new happened. As I was approaching the end of the pavement, there was a broken glass bottle on the road. I decided I'd just kick part of the bottle for the fun of it (only a medium sized piece) and kind of dribble along until I lost possession (can you tell I'm back on FM?). So I start dribbling it, and then I get this marvellous idea of kicking it lightly... and I do so kicking it towards the ground first. Unsurprisingly the glass skids off the road and takes quite a high altitude (considering it's a lifeless piece of glass I kicked in a downward motion). Next thing I know that piece of glass had struck the front side of a parked car. You know me, I just tried to play it cool (but if you know me the you know I can't play it cool) but I saw this lady that had seen me hit the car. What's my reaction? Speed up and leave her behind... that way I couldn't see her judging me.