You should see our carbs cupboard. It's ace.
|Not shown: the pasta and potatoes. They didn't fit. And yes, that is a "Our biggest ever maltloaf!!!" :-)|
Here are pictures of my housemates wearing a dry bag on their head (?!?)
|Lizzie the demure.|
|It's an egg cup! That's also a tractor! Woo!|
There is also the thing with the bikes. We have many bikes and many engineers in my house, which makes awesome stuff like this happen. FUN FACT the engineer to bike ratio in my house is 1:3 1/3. This is a good ratio. Especially if you need help removing your bottom bracket (for example) or ever need an allen key/torque wrench/band saw/any tool that has ever been invented ever.
|Thanks John for the construction, photo taking and subsequent complicated photoshopping! :D|
Sort of arty shot:
Oooooooooooooooooooooo. YAY BIKES.
I've also now officially started my PhD which is scary. At the moment this involves reading things and feeling rather stupid and useless. I have a feeling this will be a common theme over the next few months. More excitingly I have my own little cohort of little freshers to teach maths to.
Now my friend Alan (Hi Alan!) recommended that I invite them all to the pub before I started teaching them to organise stuff and make them less scared of me.
|Yes, I own a filofax.|
I don't know about the being less scared of me thing (they certainly think I'm odd, especially after I gave my first supervision wearing a rather unsubtle vintage cycling jersey) but it did make them a lot less scared of asking questions which is good as that is kind of the point of me existing at all. I am after all one of the first supervisors they will have at Cambridge so I'd like to be (a) approachable and (b) a bit odd. It's the way it must be.
Finally finally FINALLY I AM TRIALLING AGAIN.
Woooo yaaaaaaaay! I decided that I would very much like to win a boat race as I have serious unfinished business in that respect.
Admittedly the first few ergs I did I honestly thought that hell had come and swallowed me up. You know those ergs where you're essentially thinking "OhshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitFUCKshitshitshitshit" the entire time? Well yes, that in UT2 sessions. It was not fun.
However, I then remembered how to erg again and it was back to me wanting to smash the erg in the face again. WOO YAY.
Weights are basically my few hours a week thing when I can be a complete and utter mental case psychopath. Everyone needs that right? Right?
Finally, a massive rant to finish.
When October hits, freshers descend on Cambridge and most of them I swear turn into complete badgering retards when they step onto a bike. Such is the jump in retard, suicidal cyclists in October that this can be the only explaination. Graph:
The quotient decreases each term because of people presumably dying out of sheer cycling incompetence/students learn how to not crash into stuff. Summer is undeniably worse when all the foreign summer school students are out in force but that is a whole other ranty post.
It's not people cycling slowly that pisses me off. I can cope with that - one quick look over the shoulder and an overtake. Sorted. However, if you cycle slowly and unpredictably.... Well then quite frankly you should be locked in a big cage with other retard cyclists and let nature take its course. (I expect there will be lots of crashing into each other and concussion).
Case in point, c. 9pm on the Huntington Road last week. I am approaching a CR (cycling retard) from behind. He obviously has no lights and is oscillating all over the rather generous bike lane. I slow down a bit. This guy is clearly quite retarded. He then moves out right across the road as if turning right. Sure, he didn't indicate or look round but fair play, it's his life.
Now I don't usually swear at complete strangers but this was so mind numbingly stupid and dangerous that it seemed appropriate.
There are also the fleet of people jumping lights (who you must then overtake in a rather casual fashion) and pedestrians walking in front of you as well as the myriad generally wobbly swervy people. It makes you weep, it really does.
Oh fucking hell rage.
Right, I should probably go to bed as I need to get my arse handed to me while on my fixie tomorrow morning. WOO YAY :D Did I mention that I spent several hours a couple of weekends ago taking it apart and cleaning it?
LOVE IT :-)
Bring it on Oxford. Bring it on.