Going home
It’s nearly time to go home!
It’s a bit of a fixed bag of feelings. On one hand, it’ll be fantastic to return home and see everyone again and talk to northerners with Manchester and Bolton accents. But, on the other, the term has flown by and another week or so wouldn’t have been too bad, especially if it had been a week of no work!
Still, keeping to the point. Well, there is no point so I’m not sure where this rambling might lead – part of the fun I suppose.
I’m halfway through packing as I sit and type this, which is alright to know. Surprising how bare these rooms can look though after 8 weeks of seeing a Ferrari flag on the wall. It’s not too sad a thing though; at least my packing looks vaguely successful.
The conference on the future of energy was fascinating. The problem is so wide ranging and so ridiculously hard to solve, especially considering the world we live in. We’re going to need a mix of all the options, nuclear fission, oil, gas, coal, solar, wind, tidal, wave, hydro, biomass, fusion, hydrogen – literally everything we can get our hands on and make work to a vaguely satisfactory level and cost. Otherwise, we’re all going to be destroyed by global warming. The future of the planet lies in our hands, and the decision we make now will change the planet permanently for every future generation of the human race. It’s a scary thought, but too true a thought to contemplate for a serious amount of time.
And on that gloriously happy note, I’ll leave things there. Be sure to know about the big Christmas Meet-Up on Wednesday 21st December in The Lion of Vienna at 7pm. It should be a good night of relaxed fun.
See you all soon. I come home on Sunday!
Paul
The First Term Has Ended
It’s a tricky one to put into words. The first eight weeks of my first term have finally finished. I say finally, they’ve flown by and it doesn’t seem like last week we were all new to each other forgetting names. (OK, OK, so I’m still forgetting names even now, but only because there are so many!) But despite the term flying by, summer seems but a hazy memory in the distant past. I can’t adjust to this time dilation malarkey; it’s just too tricky to figure out.
Nevertheless, lectures have been over for the term since Thursday, and the deadlines stopped on Thursday as well as I had a supervision, a lab report to submit and a German oral. Oh the fun!!!
With the end of term though, the parties really do kick in, and we celebrated in style with Indie in d’ bar, Drink the Bar Dry and just a general party night as well. That explains why it’s taken me so very long to get this post finally up and ready for you lot to read.
I return to magnificent Manchester and brilliant Bolton on Sunday 11th December, for those who might be interested. Although, to cheer you up a little, I have a sack of work to do as well over the short 5 week break, so feel free to have a laugh at my expense.
To wrap up, before another night of socialising and drunken fun, I was disgusted at the news from home when I got a phone call from Mr Clarke late on last night. A quick poll of the room saw a unanimous vote that the behaviour of one Mr Paddon was despicable and I think that says more than enough, really.
To all those still away, enjoy the end. The relieved feeling is fantastic, the partying is hard and fast and the pleasure from finishing is immense.
See you all soon. Within the month, in fact!
Paul
