Welcome along to the latest instalment of happenings in my life, with explosions and everything. Sort of.
I was sat minding my own business in my dungeon on Wednesday afternoon when Josh shouted down “There’s a van on fire in the road”. I expected to see perhaps a bit of smoke coming out of a vehicle and was rather surprised to find a pick-up truck covered in flames with people all over the road being equally inquisitive. Apparently the truck had gone up when the engine was started because the people doing some roadworks had accidentally cut through a gas pipe. Oops. Fortunately no one was hurt and the fire brigade arrived fairly swiftly and put the fire out with some foam. It was all rather exciting though. I took pictures of course:
Shortly after this Josh and I went for what was supposed to be a short walk. We followed a footpath by the river which we assumed won come out somewhere we knew. The path actually kept on going, for rather a long way until we suddenly found ourselves in the lovely but rather out-the-way village of King’s Worthy. The footpath amazingly still carried on but we decided at this point it would be best to turn back. Although longer than intended, it turned out to be a rather nice long walk.
It’s actually been a fairly empty few days with the few lectures I had being rather dull. The maths department are torturing us with all sorts of horrible tests which is rather annoying. I thought once I started university the notion of tests would not really exist but alas, the maths team have given us one of fractions and one on decimals so far. The joy.
I now own a box set of the hilarious American sitcom Frasier. It has eleven seasons in it, each with 24 episodes. That’s a lot of episodes to watch (I’m not working them out though, I’ve done enough maths for one week). If you’ve not seen or heard of it, the show is about Frasier Crane a former psychiatrist who now does a mental health talk show on the radio. It’s difficult to describe beyond that but it’s very funny and I love it. And now I can watch every episode in order, which is awesome.
Being a teenage girl must be hard work. You seem to spend lots of time moaning and bitching about other teenage girls. For most of my teenage life I have been sheltered from such things, what with having a largely male-dominated social group at school. Here at university, where I would have imagined such events would have been grown out of, a moaning girl seems to be around every corner. I try my best to stay out of such things but but on occasion find myself sucked in as if by a vacuum cleaner. I guess that’s what happens when you are in a female majority uni. Fortunately my dungeon is something of a bomb shelter. When I’m in there it’s difficult to tell what’s happening in or out of the house, which is perhaps its best quality. Unlike at home I feel I can be truly out the way down there. I can’t even tell if it’s rainy or sunny most of the time.
Tomorrow I feel it is time for the long overdue new edition of The Friday Review, where I shall be discussing various TV shows, films,books and comics. I look forward to seeing you then.