Now that the semester is over, maybe I can actually get some work done.
After a long week of assembling my research notes and writing a paper in one night, we were off to the pub. Tired bunch of MA students we are, yawns by 10:30 and shit. Props to Leisa for being most entertaining drunk, of the night.
January continues…thankfully, without snow.
Back to school and back to the Union for school disco. More of the same, not very amusing, not worth £2.50. The ladies were out in numbers though, I will say that.
As Wall St. goes, so goes the Nation.
Let’s take a look at the numbers.
Racism was up,
Human Rights are down.
Peace is shaky,
War Items are hot,
And The House claims all ties.
Jobs are down,
Money is scarce,
And Common Sense is at an all-time low in heavy trading.
Movies were looking better than ever,
but now, no one is looking.
-Gil Scott-Heron c.1980
And then that long train home…
The Metro is bizarre, they put the ads in a frame, and no where else. Man, that’s brilliant. London needs to take a leaf from that French book of Transit.
We didn’t go instide because the queue was massive. The sun was setting and it was cold, but dammit, I wanted to see Notre Dame Cathedral, and so we did.
Who put that damn scaffolding there – ruined all my shots.
Talk about elaborate. The Catholic Church knows how to build a monument to itself, that’s certain.
Paris for New Year’s Eve. At the Avenue des Chance-Elysees, along with the rest of Paris, watching Fireworks. The funny bit is that there was no countdown, it just became midnight and the fireworks started. So the fact that I can’t count backwards in French didn’t come into play.
Afterwards, to some dodgy pub called House of Live. It would have been better if there were actually a live band. Instead, it was just a loud party with drunken French people dancing to 70s pop hits. Needless to say, I was unamused.
