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Germany's Big Brother features lesbian kisses

Sounds more like an orgy to me. But you know, I wouldn't have been offended if this was on English TV. We're all too uptight and have too many inhibitions in this country. The closest we've seen to sex on Big Brother in this country was two people hiding in a den under a duvet. Nobody even knows what happened, the two involved denied anything happened if I remember correctly. The show wouldn't have even been aired in Germany, you've got to have at least partial nudity in every show in order to get it aired in Germany - or so it would seem, at least.

Blog #200! Wow!

Swimming

I went swimming last night with Tom. He complained a lot as he'd been lifting some stupid amount of weight the day before and so his muscles were all aching. For me it was great to flex my muscles a little, it's been so long since I did anything really active like that. I swam 32 lengths. By the time I was swimming the 28th length I seemed utterly dead in the water, but the tiredness would come and go and on the 32nd length I was feeling good again. When I got out of the water, however, I felt fine.

When I got home I began work on a LoweyProject. I say began because it's going to be quite a big LoweyProject. I crawled into bed about 11 and proceeded to not sleep until about 12. Damn.

I dreamt of a pirate ship ("yarr, me and me first mate ya scurvy curr!") with lots of computer illiterate people on it and me teaching them how to use their computers. I did this by showing them how to run a pirate ship. It was all very strange and metaphorical. I'm sure my brain was trying to tell me something.

I awoke at 6:55 this morning, five minutes before my alarm was due to go off. Before the alarm began making its god awful noise I decided to change it to go off at 8:00 and then went back to sleep. Next I woke up at 7:55, five minutes before it was due to go off again. I changed it to go off at 8:30 and went back to sleep. I woke up at 8:25. Weird, eh? It was nice getting up though, I felt really energised after a good nights rest after a hard days work (swimming) yesterday.

Oh look, this is my 199th blog! Wow. Big numbers now.

Now For A Bit of Fun

Nigerian 419 Scam Email #2

How shall I wind them up? Suggestions, please Currently I am thinking about impersonating an American spammer who sends thousands of emails every day advertising online Viagra stores.

Well it is My Right of Way

On the way into work this morning I turned right into Llanbadarn road, as I do every morning. In case you're not familiar with Aberystwyth's splendid road system I shall elaborate.

Llanbadarn Road is one of the main roads in Aberystwyth. It would be a minor road if it was in a city, but it's one of the main roads in Aberystwyth. Llanbadarn Road is a turning on the right from the main road I drive down each morning. In order to turn down Llanbadarn Road it is necessary to enter a right-filter lane. Note that it is a right-filter lane. I say that because on the left-hand side of the road is North Road. A lot of people coming from the other direction will use this filter lane to turn down North Road, which is not what it is really intended for.

I don't have a problem with doing that, I do it myself. If you want to turn down North Road then there is very little choice in the matter. However, the filter lane isn't intended for this, so it's best to leave it until as late as possible to enter the filter lane if you'r going to use it in this way.

This morning I passed the usual queue of cars in the filter lane that were trying to turn down North Road and then entered the filter lane to turn right down Llanbadarn Road. A car was approaching from the other direction and was signalling right to go down North Road. I was coming to a stop by now at the end of the filter lane, waiting to cross the stream of traffic to get to Llanbadarn Road. Which is why I was a little puzzled by what happened next.

The car approaching from the other direction with their indicator on entered the filter lane in front of me. Bear in mind that I had almost stopped, I couldn't have done anything. The lane to the left of me (my only possible hope of refuge) was busy anyway, so there was no way I could have moved anyway. How this person did not see me I do not know, but eventually as they got closer they decided that it might not be such a great idea to plow into the front of my car after-all, and pulled back to where they were supposed to be. Relief. It was one of those stomach wrenching moments when you're waiting for the impact.

But then rather than apologising for his blatant mis-uses of the road, the bloke in the other car (he looked about 60-something) made various hand gestures to the tune of "what do you think you're doing?"! I was flabbergasted. My various shrugs and frantic waving of arms portrayed, I hope, a very accurate image of just how stupid he'd been.

I ... Am ... Knackered

Just got back from Badminton. I used a different racket this week as my usual had already been nicked by the other Matt. At first my game was atrocious, losing the first 3 games where I was playing doubles. Toward the end of the 2nd game though things picked up a little, and when I then played against John and Matt doubled against me on my own I kicked ass.

However, said ass kicking has left me utterly shattered.

On the way into the sports centre I explained that I don't have a Sporty Card as I still haven't supplied the photots for it. The bloke on the desk seemed utterly confused by this (not seen him before, I think he's new) and so he offloaded me onto another member of staff (she looked like one of the instructors, and so also didn't know who I was) who then escorted me through the building like a convict to the main office where one of the admin staff interrogated me.

John had just managed to whack my arm with his racket during the second game when the admin person walked into the hall with a photo of me from my first year and asked if it was me. She then made me a card, so I can get in without any more hassle. I've now decided that I should take the opportunity to start swimming after work whenever possible. I need to get back into shape, and what better way than swimming?

Mood Swings

I've noticed over the last few days that my mood seems to be oscillating between "lonely" and "ecstatically happy". As if that wasn't weird enough by itself, it seems lots of other people are experiencing the same thing. Maybe it's the weather. Or maybe there's a witch-doctor with an office in town? (My thanks go to Meatloaf for that line.)

I wish this humidity would bugger off.

Really Should Be More Careful About What I Say

You will notice this is quoted at the top of the blog page now. Unless you're still reading the version of the blog on the UWA servers. Incidently, I plan on taking down the UWA version on Sunday. Please update your bookmarks. Sorry to be a pain with the move, but it really is necessary in order to prevent getting my account locked or whatever.

http://nic-nac-project.de/~lowey/cgi-bin/blog.cgi

Am I The Only One...

...who finds shoulder pads funny? People wearing them look utterly ridiculous in my opinion. Ok, so it's a rare sight, but sometimes my Mum wears clothes that have them in, and suddenly her shoulders increase in height so that they join the neck about half-way up. Except there is, of course, always a slight slump before the garment reaches the neck, so the the shoulder joint itself seems to stick up more than the rest of your shoulder, like one of those little wooden people that artists use when they can't afford a model.

Every time I see them I instantly break out in a severe case of smirk-itis. This will generally spread like wild-fire until eventually I just have to laugh. It makes it hard to have a serious conversation with my Mum when she's walking around knocking things off the tops of cupboards with her shoulders.

What The-?

This is what I mean about my ability to write going down the drain: I just tried to type the word "environment" and it appeared on the screen in front of me as "environemtn". The M and the E are swapped, and then the N and the T are swapped. Either someone has switched the keys around on my keyboard or something has short-circuited inside my head.

I Can Write, Honest

I've been making some very strange spelling and grammatical errors recently. You will have probably noticed in my last blog that I wrote "their" instead of "they're". Normally I wouldn't even dream of making such a silly error, I'm not sure what is up with me at the moment. Maybe it's because I'm tired.

When I did my week long nearly-no-sleep-athon in the second year I found that when I wrote words would often become very strangely jumbled without me noticing. For example, "think" would become "thnik". It wasn't a typographical error, either. If I rewrote the word it would come out the same. I had to slowly but surely concentrate on each letter in turn, find the key on the keyboard using my eyes and then type it. Otherwise the word would just keep coming out wrong.