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Ludicrous law-breaking

Monday 20th March, 2006 @ 11.15am GMT Europe/London by Pandammonium

Elevated homocysteine is linked to B-12 deficiency, so doctors should test homocysteine levels to see whether the patient needs vitamins.

Ooh, bad girl. That’s breaking patent laws, quoting that. So sue me.

Source: New York Times via Language Log.

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Blimey, if it’s not Henry, it’s C.

Thursday 2nd March, 2006 @ 1.30pm GMT Europe/London by Pandammonium

Just spent the morning in hospital because C broke his little toe last night.

Don’t laugh - if I’m not allowed to, then neither are you

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Get well soon, Henry.

Wednesday 1st March, 2006 @ 8.44pm GMT Europe/London by Pandammonium

Henry’s poorly.  He became ill in Lincolnshire.  He’s been in hospital since Monday.  They can operate on him tomorrow, and I’m hoping he’ll be home soon.

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Office

Friday 9th December, 2005 @ 9.33am GMT Europe/London by Pandammonium

The building in which I work has two floors and two wings, with a reception area and a kitchen in the middle downstairs, and meeting rooms in the middle upstairs. There is a kitchen on each side on the first floor and one in the middle for the meeting rooms. One side, my side, is empty on the ground floor and has previously been sublet. It’s now vacant, but there’s a new tenant on the horizon, but they need more space.

So, they’re moving out everyone in this side and squishing them into the other side.

It seems a bit of a drastic way of solving the broken-water-heater-in-our-kitchen problem to me.

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Veritable Cantabrigian Carnage

Sunday 23rd October, 2005 @ 2.16pm BST Europe/London by Pandammonium

Friday night saw me on my feet one moment and on my face the next. Don’t ask me what happened because I don’t know. Someone phoned an ambulance and I went to hospital. Again. These hospitals seem to have all sorts of non-stitches to hold you in place these days. In Colchester, they used adhesive strips; in Addenbrookes, they used glue. In a yellow tube.

My left eye is swollen, purple and red, scabby and quite sore. A mess, in other words.

I’m dreading work tomorrow.

posted in Medical | Tags: breaking things, glue, hospital, work | 5 Comments »

Weird Weekend

Monday 11th July, 2005 @ 2.34pm BST Europe/London by Pandammonium

Friday night was a bit of a pub crawl with a bit of a brawl thrown in for good measure. Me and Damo of course. It was in the beer garden of the Cricketers or the Elm Tree. No idea which. He slammed his hands against the sides of my head (neither of us know, if anything, pre-empted this), which left my head ringing a bit. I wasn’t best pleased at this, so I decided the best way to get him back was to get him where it hurts, so I stole his pint and started drinking it. He chased after me and pushed me against a low wall around a raised garden. I landed on the hand holding the pint glass, which thankfully didn’t break and cut my hand open. I was so annoyed with him for that. Next thing, we’re at the bar, making up and wondering what on earth we were fighting each other for. More beer and a tequila for me and a whiskey for him led to awful hangovers in the morning.

The head was banging on Saturday, when I woke up. My beloved C looked after me, making me sugary tea and finding some drugs for me - thanks, pet. We went to the yellow Castle for dinner (lovely Thai food), then after a sojourn to the Eagle, we met Mister Tray in the Pickerel. He was in town to go to a reunion dinner at Churchill College, to which C was also going. They were also to be staying over.

After they left, I rang Damo to see if he was still going to Timmy’s barbecue, that I wasn’t invited to; he was, so we met in the Pickerel then went to Sainsbury’s and bought drinks and crisps and marshmallows(!) and went to Tim’s girlfriend’s where the barbecue was. I was on best behaviour after Friday, and I also seemed to fail to be able to drink quickly. I shared a taxi home with Malcolm and Cheggers, arriving at about 2 a.m.. I rang C to see of he was having a nice time, but there was no answer. I settled down on the bed-sofa with the cat to watch Big Brother, when the phone rang. Guess who. Although he had no inkling of the fact that I’d just rang him. Oh, well. Anyway, he told me was pissed (he didn’t need to say that, I could tell) and that he’d got four bottles of wine and no-one to drink them with because everyone had gone to bed so would I go to Churchill and drink them with him? I bizarrely said yes and rang for a taxi and packed an overnight bag. What was going on in my head?

I arrived at the gate, where C was waiting for me, with his bottles of wine, and in we went. This was a black tie event and I was wearing jeans. I was also gatecrashing. Again.

There was a football table, so I had a game of double with these blokes, who C didn’t really know. I managed to win the game pretty resoundingly, despite the crap bloke I had in defence.

I asked C where Mister Tray was. Gone to bed, apparently. Don’t know whose idea it was, but we went and I banged on his door, in what was supposed to be a police-esque way (learned it from living in Salford). After the third or fourth attempt, there was a groan, and he appeared fully-dressed at the door. We told him to get his arse back out, so he did and we drank some more and there was a game of pool played and everything else is a bit hazy.

In the morning, we went down for breakfast. Now, these Churchillians had paid good money for this brekkie. I swanned in and got it for free. Not bad, neither, once somebody had brought me a nice pot of tea - there was only coffee on the tables. This wifey came round, wanting pink slips that hadn’t yet been handed in. I had my back to her and kept my head down. C hadn’t been given one, so he kept quiet, which was fortunate, really, as I’d have stood out like a sore toe because everyone else fluttered their pink slips at her like good alumni.

Some time after that was spent sobering up, before we all left. Mister Tray gave me and C a lift home and we went to the Green Dragon and had the longest, surrealest game of I Spy imaginable. C forgot the rules, can you believe? After Mister T had left, me and C decided to get a Chinese for tea, so we ordered three tons of it, which didn’t quite fit into our bellies and barely fits in the fridge. Pigs.

posted in Food and Drink | Tags: breaking things, Colin, events, friends, police, pubs | 2 Comments »

I’ve done another Damo!

Monday 27th June, 2005 @ 1.02am BST Europe/London by Pandammonium

I asked how do you get blood out of denim, remember? Well, now I really do need to know. And to think I was so fussed about a couple of splobs of blood on it! The irony has not been lost on me. Confused? Read on!

Damo came to visit on Friday for the weekend. Me and Flatmate-Colleen were wrecked from Thursday’s escapades and not keen on the idea of going out, but when we’d had a couple of drinks, we felt better. We had a couple of pints, then it was Tequila Time at 10, then Damo showed Colleen how to do a flaming sambuca, but she was too scared (as am I) so Damo just lit it in the glass instead of her mouth. We also had, between us, more tequila, vodka, Malibu and god knows what else. Double tequilas are not good for downing in one, that’s for certain. Then it was time to go to Mondo, where Colleen showed us how to down Reef in 3 seconds. You get a straw and fold the bendy bit over the side to let the air out, then just tip it down your throat and swallow quick! I have no idea how many of them we did, but it was at least three, I think.

I was wearing flip-flops(!), but they were hurting between my toes on my right foot, so I took them off (I’m assuming that was why, anyway), then I was dancing, and I felt a bit of discomfort in the big toe on the left foot. I sat down to have a look and there was a piece of glass about a centimetre long stuck in it! I pulled it out, put it on the table and then got back up to dance, but then I slipped and landed on my arse in this huge pool of blood that had appeared, thereby covering the back of my skirt with blood. I was bleeding everywhere, asking in a surprised way if it was all mine. I was amazed by the amount of blood just from one little cut in my toe. I was taken to hospital by someone from the information office, I think, where I had to get an x-ray to see if there was any more glass in it (there wasn’t). Damo and Colleen came with me to the hospital (I’m so glad they came!). The blood was eventually cleaned off my feet and my toe was bandaged up. Don’t remember much else about it, except that the nurse was really bossy and grumpy, but then I wasn’t a good patient. I don’t remember coming back here or even how we got back here. I can’t walk properly, either. I can hobble slowly and I can hop very short distances quickly. It’s pathetic, I know. But the carnage doesn’t end there!

We went to Wivenhoe yesterday afternoon (in a taxi and with me wearing my normal shoes), and drank until the evening, when we went back to campus to meet C’s friend. We were pissed by then, I think. We went to Mondo’s again, where the staff who’d been there the night before were working again. They all remembered me, of course. I lost my bag, so I was looking all over for that, asking the bouncers at one end of Mondo, who sent me to the ones at the other end of Mondo. Colleen found it eventually somewhere. At some point, I went to the bar, leaving Damo at a table - dunno where Colleen was - then when I got back he wasn’t there, so I spent hours looking for him as well. I eventually found him sitting at the bottom of the stairs, and he thought I’d abandoned him. I had to ask Alex, the nice-looking bouncer, to go and tell Damo that I hadn’t abandoned him and that I’d been looking all over him. I was talking to the bouncers at some point asking them if Gary was working (he wasn’t) and would they tell him about what happened. The next thing I remember is that we/I wanted to leave, but I didn’t know where Colleen was. She ended up walking home, I think. I certainly wasn’t walking home and I couldn’t be arsed with taxis, but luckily, my poor little brain came up trumps with a really good idea: to go to the information desk and ask them if they’d drive us home, and it only worked! Damo said I do pathetic very well

Sunday has been most mongful and luckily, Damo’s gone away now, so we can all get back to normal

Oh, and I’m supposed to be playing rounders on Wednesday in Cambridge, then going to FAB night straight after. The roundering isn’t going to happen, is it?

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