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jackOn sat I joined Becky, Mobbsy[1], and two friends of Becky who work almost directly above me for a walk in Roystonshire[2].
It unfortunately rained for the first hourish, but I got it to clear up, and it was quite wet, but not truly fierce, and I'm glad I didn't back out, though I'm glad I brought a sweatshirt[3]. OTOH, I don't have a *good* jumper, so tend to grab the sweatshirt I got from CUIS, and all four of the others cornered my separately to ask what it was, why it had '#5 Computer Officer' on, if being in CUIS helped my career, etc.
But it was pleasant. It was nostalgic for me because I always used to go walk round heaths and go to shut pubs with mum or dad when I lived at home[4]. Dad taught me chess, and mum taught me maths, and I taught mum C, on such occasions :)
We got to a decent-looking pub, albeit without food, but might go back one day. People were not especially impressed with my flowery shirt.
We got back and I slipped off to a curry house round the corner to meet several old friends from Trinity, which was nice. Again several people conspired to persuade me to run away to the circus and become a quant. The trains were cancelled and J stopped at mine and we stayed up chatting.
[1] "This is Mobbsy, his real name's Andrew."
[2] *ring* / "I'M IN ROYSTON!" / "OH NO HE ISN'T!" / "Well, Roystonshire." / "Mwaa?"
[3] "Do you think he's allowed in the grafton centre in that? It's technically a hoody..."
[4] OK, living at home is technically redundant. You know what I mean :)
It unfortunately rained for the first hourish, but I got it to clear up, and it was quite wet, but not truly fierce, and I'm glad I didn't back out, though I'm glad I brought a sweatshirt[3]. OTOH, I don't have a *good* jumper, so tend to grab the sweatshirt I got from CUIS, and all four of the others cornered my separately to ask what it was, why it had '#5 Computer Officer' on, if being in CUIS helped my career, etc.
But it was pleasant. It was nostalgic for me because I always used to go walk round heaths and go to shut pubs with mum or dad when I lived at home[4]. Dad taught me chess, and mum taught me maths, and I taught mum C, on such occasions :)
We got to a decent-looking pub, albeit without food, but might go back one day. People were not especially impressed with my flowery shirt.
We got back and I slipped off to a curry house round the corner to meet several old friends from Trinity, which was nice. Again several people conspired to persuade me to run away to the circus and become a quant. The trains were cancelled and J stopped at mine and we stayed up chatting.
[1] "This is Mobbsy, his real name's Andrew."
[2] *ring* / "I'M IN ROYSTON!" / "OH NO HE ISN'T!" / "Well, Roystonshire." / "Mwaa?"
[3] "Do you think he's allowed in the grafton centre in that? It's technically a hoody..."
[4] OK, living at home is technically redundant. You know what I mean :)