I seem to have forgotten how bloody exhausting this teaching business is. Or else it's a combination of still being sick and the fact that my dim-witted coterie of last year has been upgraded with shinier, more active versions who just aren't content to research nice safe topics like Gustav Klimt or, dare i say it, Joseph Bueys ( Read more... )

At last, the combination of having finally wrapped up my set of UCAS reference-blurbs and feeling too utterly congested to move much gives me an excuse to catch up here. It's amazing how generous I can become in praising art students when I'm full of cold medication ( Read more... )

The strange thing about life at Repton is the bizarre way it can utterly drain you well before the kids even show up.

What sorta school thinks having the drunken staff revel and post-revel pub visit (and omg, pub's changed ownership and they have real single malt whisky at last) the night before a two-day run of early-morning staff meetings is a ( Read more... )

Well, one virtually-update-free summer later, I'm back in Repton now, contemplating the extent to which LJ activity is directly related to my status as a hapless inhabitant of this small, isolated village *pokes self mockingly ( Read more... )

So I've gotten back from my first CFL game in fuck knows how many years. And sadly, all the shit beer, cheerleaders in black vinyl catsuits and Marauders cheerleaders besides (and yes, the hometown university and my alma mater's sports team IS called the Marauders) couldn't detract from the fact that Winnipeg kicked our fucking arses. Hamilton ( Read more... )

After not so much chewing of the lower lip I've decided that my ridiculous amounts of free time in the school's downtime and the consequent dabblings in fannish behaviour finally warrants the transition into paid LJ-dom. Fancy customization is still in progress, but has thus far manifested in the use of superfluous icons such as Marcel up there ( Read more... )

another journey from fuck-middle-of-nowhere-england to my home and native land is successfully completed - three cheers to the taxi, three trains, plane, and hired car that made it all possible along the way. as well as the incredibly fit and delicious bloke working the Jameson's booth at the airport duty-free who got my long day's drinking off to ( Read more... )

So I'm packed, sitting pretty in a relatively clean flat, but still need to kill another seven hours before the journey to the hammer commences at 6am. And sleeping in that time? Yeah, right, I don't change my bizarre sleep schedule for nobody.

( Hence, music-shuffle questionaire! )

As much as i always look forward to visiting home on my time off, seeing the family and generally chilling out in the ol' sweet Hammer (er, Hamilton, that is), there are parts of the lead-up to such extended time off that I don't like so much ( Read more... )

*still baffled by Muse-as-pop, but more on that some other time ( Read more... )