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by En The beginning of January was what Zed would accurately describe as "pants" but this month actually ended pretty well. Our parents were beginning to get on our nerves and we were missing each other like crazy, so we were looking forward to being reunited and starting a new term at the wondrous place that is UKC. On the day before the start of term, Zed and I popped 'round to Ell's. We spent the time discussing the happenings of the Christmas holidays & popping the bubble wrap which I remembered to bring with me. ("Must bring some back so that Ell & Zed will love me forever." - from my garden centre article). From then until about the 18th, life was pretty quiet for us. I think we were suffering from the January-/Post Christmas blues and were generally hating the cold weather. The fact that there were no decent films showing in Cinema 3 at around this time didn't help either. So, as I mentioned earlier, the time at which things started to happen was the 18th. January 18th was 80s night at The Venue & it was an especially good one. There was an excellent 80s tribute band playing called "The Eighties Experience". Songs covered included: Duran Duran - Is there something I should know?, Blondie - Call Me & The Look of Love - ABC (the singer even wore the gold lamé suit - cool). They were so good that I said to Zed: "I want to run off and join an 80s tribute band." (whether they need me or not - I'll be a stowaway on their tour bus). Zed was very annoyed that "Deborah Harry" was wearing exactly the same coat as her, though. The day after that was the RockSoc pub crawl. Surprisingly enough, R was absent as he had not yet received his loan cheque, so me, Ell, Zed & the rest of Rock Soc traipsed along a muddy field to get to the centre of town. As Zed wrote on her website, I wasn't too happy that night. That was down to the extreme smokiness of some of the pubs and the fact that it was extremely freezing outside too. I was also trying to get rid of the last of any feelings I had for Certain Someone (of Stalker (November 2000)). Thankfully those feelings have been wiped from my mind (no, I haven't been brainwashed by a religious cult). [If there's any brainwashing to be done, she'll do it - Ell]. House hunting was on our agenda this month. It was starting to become a real pain in the neck because 1) it seemed that people were pinching the properties we wanted to view from under our noses, and 2) the estate agents appeared to have lost the form with our details on it. This caused Zed and I to make a wasted trip out fairly early one Saturday morning after Zed hadn't slept a wink (she went to The electric Ballroom with B). Finally, on the 31st Jan we found the house where we will live next year. Ell decided it would be a good place to live because there were pine trees nearby (hmmm . . . sort of gives the impression - "Don't care if the house is rubbish but let's take it because it's next to pine trees"). On closer inspection, we decided that we really liked the house but we would have to be quick as the other parties present seemed to think highly of it as well: it was close to campus, the rooms were of a reasonable size and it was cosy too. It is such a relief to know that we have a nice place to live next year. Another major piece of news to report is that doing Sadistics (aka Statistics - my new, highly uninteresting module for this term) has made me a very happy bunny. It's not the lecturer or the course content that, as B put it, gives me a "grin the size of New York". It's actually down to a rather special guy whom Ell & Zed have decided should be nicknamed Mr Dover. When I first met him, the thoughts "Ooh, he's good-looking" & "He seems friendly" registered in my brain but I didn't really notice him much that time because I was concentrating on solving the class problems. I wondered if I would be able to confirm these thoughts that passed through my head so the second time we met, I decided to have a proper conversation with him to find out. Since then, I realised that I fancied him & have continued to do so from then on. It tends to be an accepted truth that I will get a crush on someone but they will not reciprocate my feelings, so I try to forget about them, until the next crush who also does not fancy me back and so the turmoil carries on. Not so this time . . . he likes me too and we have just started going out. Like I said, I'm a happy bunny. I hope this warms the depths of your heart - see, good things CAN happen to you when you least expect. Zed's love life is also going v. well - B has decided that he wants to officially be known as her "boyfriend". Awwwwwwwwwwww. I think I shall burst into song: Love is in the air / Ev'rywhere I look around / Love is in the air / Ev'ry sight & ev'ry sound (OK, that's quite enough soppiness from me). [I think I'm gonna puke - Ell]. Ell is now the only one out of we three that are single & has decided that, because both me & Zed are now soppy (sorry Zed, but it had to be said) [AAAAAAAAGH! I so am not! There is a BIG difference between being in love and being flipping soppy! - (z)Ed] she will have increase her efforts to provide a double dose of cynicism to compensate. However, if you are a very good-looking, intelligent, weird, kind, cultured, Russian [or any foreign type - Ell] male, you may yet be able to turn her into a gibbering wreck of lust and soppiness. [No chance! - Ell] [Mimph - (z)Ed]. Anyways, enough of this lovey-dovey stuff, here's the rest of the news. January 24th was the beginning of the Chinese New Year. As Ell pointed out, this year it is the Year of The Snake which is supposed to be lucky for us because we were all born in 1981. It was a beautiful sunny day. In the morning, I went shopping in town and bought a lilac top, the exact-same leather-look skirt from Topshop that I keep wanting to borrow off Zed and (doesn't this just confirm my status as The Queen of Cool?) The Greatest Hits of Betty Boo. In the afternoon, I played tennis with my buddy, Kim. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had something resembling a backhand and some consistency. On Jan 26th (a Friday night), I had a quiet night in while Zed & B went to the Electric Ballroom (a goth / metal nightclub in London) with some members of Rock Society and Ell went to a drama rehearsal. The following night, Ell acted in a Murder Mystery playing a 110 year old nymphomaniac called Mable Syrup. A day later, a stranger came up to her and congratulated her on her wonderful performance (ah yes, one of her many, ever-growing legion of fans - and rightly so). That weekend, we all felt most privileged to meet The Most Honourable Nanaba (aka Ell's friend, Mark), leader of The Banana Cult. The four of us sat in Ell's room and popped bubblewrap whilst getting to know each other & finding out all the gossip from deepest, darkest Suffolk. One thing (or should I say person) that we wished we hadn't heard about was a rather disturbing guy that would make B seem like a saint (yep, he's THAT dodgy) - therefore I shall call him Mr Extremely Dodgy. Mr Extremely Dodgy fancies Ell like mad but, understandably, she is greatly disturbed by him. He boils his own urine & has terrible body odour. Yes, this guy IS for real. He's caused Zed to have some very strange dreams about cooking with urine and so, understandably, she feels the urge to kill both he & The Nanaba (who told us about him). Oh dear . . . I'm so sorry to have left you with such repulsive thoughts. OK, I'll give you something nice to think about. One of the following should suffice:
1. Your favourite meal or chocolate / ice-cream
There - isn't that better?
Hasta luego, Aunty En xxx
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