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Friday 21.2.03 | Shit, shit, shit, aagh, inbox gone mad full of silly emails from strange Germans who are interested in letting their flat to me. Granted, this is my fault given that I mailed them in the first place asking for the damn things, but is not the point. And I would be a lot happier about the whole thing if I understood what the arse any of them were teutonically wittering on about. Anyway, life good apart from that. Nice to be back in London, although slightly manic two weeks desperately trying to see everyone I know here and get pissed with them whilst at the same time being a good boy and being studious and finishing my French project (ha!) plus finding a flat in Berlin, plus starting on my German project (of which a plan was meant to be written by today, I am told - oops. They can wait 'til I get to Germany, methinks) plus plus plus plus plus. However, life is good when busy - I have missed this sort of London-mania quite sorely, and it's v good to have it back. Talking of which, have to go now to find food before meeting Max and Tom for a pre-Popstarz boozing session. Rah. But before I go, one last observation. Don't you just love BSM's slogan? We won't fail you. Shame the sodding examiner will, then. Saturday 22.2.03 An invauable lesson learned from yesterday night. Never go clubbing in an odd number. Not much else to report apart from a slight blonde moment earlier when I asked Claire what language 'Swan Lake' was normally performed in, and a whacking great trek down to Tower Bridge and back to exorcise the alcoholic demons of yesterday. Sunday 23.2.03 Mixed news yesterday. I got a rejection from the Internship programme at the British Foreign Office for this Summer, which wasn't brilliant (its one saving grace being that I can now start planning my Summer doing other things, whereas before I was sitting, waiting for the letter of doom) but these things happen. You can imagine my patent lack of delight, then, when the other letter I got was from the study abroad office at UCL. I didn't know what I'd done to piss them off but was convinced that it was going read something along the lines of You're shite, go away to Germany and don't come back so imagine, then, my surprised delight when it actually was simply to say that the EU is giving me something in the region of 370 Euros because, erm, I'm a student. I love Europe sometimes. :-)
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