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Monday, July 17, 2006

'allo!

Hey Blogsters!

A week has passed since I last spoke to you. Surprisingly, not much has happened; it's been quite chilled. I've also got scared of blogging on here after reading about plagiarism from Sach's blog. A Sri Lankan media outlet lifted text verbatim to complete a film review, without actually mentioning that Sach hadn't seen said film in the first place! My experiences with the Lankan media haven't been pleasant either; there's a lot of nepotism & slackness to boot. Needless to say, I'm not in the best of moods with two spoilt popstars & refuse to have anything to do with them in the future. If they're willing to reject half their potential audience in one fell swoop, then they're not deserving of the coverage we're able to offer. This very pleasant lady on the other hand, is going to blow up huge :D

Monday saw me hanging out with Dave A (hello!) and finding out he wrote coursework essays on Apache Indian. Some people have all the luck, eh?

I also got to meet his coursemates; these guys - who give out charitable vegan lunches outside SOAS. I had one, in exchange for a small donation & had to endure the line of red Marxist tops behind me.

'I don't think it's fair people give 50p and move on. That guy cooked a decent lunch. It would cost a fiver in the restaurant, it'd take an hour to cook & he deserves a minimum wage. I'm going to give him a fiver.'

The cost of the ingredients & labour needed for one plate of rice, veggies and pulses is minimal, twenty pence or less since Hari Krishna's buy in bulk. Since spirituality and giving without return is what's at stake here, the stall holder shouldn't expect much more than cost price in return. Exactly how does it warrant a fiver from a stereotypically stingy student, more so one better served by said fiver spent on his wardrobe?

Needless to say, the Govinda's lunch was not worth the hype or the pigeons crowding round to piss me off.

Monday dinner was a more sedate affair - all you can eat Chinese @ New Kam Tong in Kingston. Highly recommended, aside from myself not liking Chinese any more. I've just gotten bored of anything that isn't Dim Sum/Peking Duck/Special Fried Rice & Prawn Crackers.

Tuesday was a heavy day. J & I traipsed 'round Neal's Yard, shopping in the Covent Garden sales, walking to the National for Rebels & Martyrs, before heading westward to the Crabtree (which is worth the trek for the fantastic River view)with M & out for dinner at Sagar's with K.

K & I proceeded to have an interesting time with her girls @ KBar. It's a shame the tenets of Buddhism have to be commercialised in the name of hedonism; last time I checked, Buddhism was based around the middle path! Was surprised at the amount of attention we (seven Asians & a blonde Spaniard) got - I thought Hooray Henry's only spoke to blondes! Perhaps that phenomenon is unique to medical school prats?

Either way, Wednesday was a sleepy one. And Thursday saw me fight off the managers at my gym - eight phone calls to clarify one single thing! They'd not explained the suspension policy clearly at the time of signing, ensuring I had clearance for my two months abroad to be frozen. I then injured my Achilles (still mystified as to how) & was signed off exercise for two months. Needless to say, it's still not recovered - hurts like hell from Friday's song & dance.

Saturday was the wedding of two ex-Imperial Computing dudes at one very plush stately home. Lower Beeding is a really nice place - washing my hands repeatedly with Molton Brown Naranji (mmm, bitter orange!) really made my day. It's a shame about the forced conversation & set table small talk on offer, but hey, I was pleased to meet two lovely ex-UCL's and lots of sweet old ladies who didn't have rural/urban/white/non-white pretensions! The ceremony itself was very sweet (over-long though!), combining the Sri Lankan Poruwa with a poetic civil service hosted by none other than Marjorie Dawes! We had to rush home to receive our visitors from NZ, who made Sunday worthwhile - I'm going to be spending time with them later this year. I also found myself baking - my strawberry, cream and almond sponge cake went down a treat!

Just reading through all that made me realise why I'm inexplicably tired today - I guess 'not having uni work' really isn't a euphemism for chilled!

7 Comments:

At 9:17 AM, Anonymous childof25 said...

Two ex-Imperial 'dude'?! Really, two guys?! :)

 
At 12:46 PM, Blogger S said...

LMAO, no - I meant an SL chick (who might as well be white since she's mired in self-hate) and a guy.

Like an homophobic SL parent would shell out £20000 to see Adam and Steve getting married!

 
At 12:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hare Krishnas don't expect any payment when distributing food.The idea isn't just to feed the 'needy' but to bestow spiritual benefit to everyone, regardless of faith, through blessed food ('prasadam').

 
At 6:25 AM, Anonymous savi3 said...

hooray henry's? give an example will ya? :)

who got married?

i miss LONDON !! gotta get down there for a weekend soon.. i miss Covent gdn, wanna see Evita, the Tate Modern, regent's park open air theatre, the Globe etc.. aaaaaggghhhhh i hate exams !!!

i think i'm gonna look for a job in London next year..had enough of the bloody English countryside i think..

 
At 12:18 PM, Blogger S said...

Henry's - blonde/light-brown haired rugby ex-public school boys with flushed faces and stocky bodies. We've got a cute one working with us at the moment.

A family friend got married - Shivanthi De Silva.

And yes, come back to London. We need fun ppl like YOOOO!

 
At 5:14 AM, Anonymous savi3 said...

can u come up with a name for the SL equivalent of a henry? lol

so are u excited abt ur elective which is up and coming pretty soon eh? i'm so envious of u.. wanna swap places? :(

 
At 3:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I meant an SL chick (who might as well be white since she's mired in self-hate)"

I'm curious. Care to elaborate?

 

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