Showing posts with label Morning Star. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morning Star. Show all posts

Monday, 23 March 2009

Work and play and work and play and work and play

Well, it's been a busy few days - and it's going to be busier this week because I'm off to Poland with the England Youth Fencing Team for Challenge Wratislavia 2009 - a coach at midnight tomorrow, check-in at 4.00 for the flight, then four days of happy children's voices ringing in my ears. Don't worry - free wi-fi at the hotel means I'll try to find time for blogging.

Last week:
Books bought: 18. 12 of those (which annoyingly aren't showing up on the Librarything feed to the left) are Neal's fault for arranging to meet me in a bookshop. Most were more Left Book Club editions (I collect them), and one was signed by William Rust, one of the most Stalinist of the British Communist Party's upper echelons. The Morning Star is still published in William Rust House.

Films acted in: 2
Parties attended: 3
Fencing sessions attended: 2
Dark corners hung around in at parties: 3
Games of table football lost to Deep Space Nine-quoting female student: 1
Lectures and seminars delivered with panache: some
Self-inflicted nose-bleeds at parties: 1
Octopus eaten: 1 (not on my own).
Shirts etc. ironed: 14
Stoke City and Ireland victories: 2
Sophisticated Radio 4-loving single women impressed by any of the above: 0