Week 7+8: Course Change and Actual University Work

So once again this is a combination of this week’s post and last week’s belated entry. Apologies. But, at the end of the day, you couldn’t give a shit and neither could I!

So, contrary to whatever my last post may have said, my old course was rubbish! It was too dull and non-Englishy for me, so I have swapped course to English Language for a new challenge – so far I am enjoying actually having a routine which involves lectures and classes! I actually feel like I am doing a degree now.

So recently I have been getting bored of going to the same two clubs whenever I go out. There are a number of possibilities for future nights out. 42’s, South and Tiger Tiger are yet to be experienced. Went to the Deaf Institute the other night, good place but Saturday probably isn’t the best day for it – bloody pricey drinks and 60’s music ain’t ma cup of tea, but a weekday for Deaf Institute is a must-go.

So recently I’ve gone completely insane. Last week I couldn’t stop playing F1 2006 and listening to Coldplay and U2, this week I now can’t stop playing PES 2008 and listening to a bizarre array of music which will make up my tracks for this blog:

1. Scatman – Scatman John
2. If You’re Not The One – Daniel Bedingfield
3. Shake Your Coconuts – Junior Senior (as per usual)
4. Wearing My Rolex – Wiley
5. They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard (10 hour version)
6. Mad World – Gary Jules

If this wasn’t weird enough, today I decided to watch the football league show, and as soon as the highlights for my beloved Crystal Palace came on, I fell asleep. I’ve been falling asleep at random all week and all last week and it’s down to a combination of late nights at weekends and the fact that my body can’t cope with pre-9 o’clock.

In other news, it was my birthday last Friday (the 7^th) which was good, went out for a buffet meal with my bitch, Cath… I mean girlfriend. She got me some clothes, the peep show box set (FUCK YEAH) and 2 books – The Damned United and Alone In Berlin – which I can’t wait to start reading. My flatmates threw a mini-shindig and made me some nice brownies too. Got to see a few of my mates from Cheshire too which was good. Went home at the weekend (9^th) to see the (grand)parents, always good seeing the rents and get lots of free food and a nice roast dinner – missed roasts!

Well I’ll probably wrap this up here, it’s 11 and I need to skype the missus and defecate.

Inabit lads/lasses

Coombes

Week 5 + 6: The Whitworth Posse Massiv’

This week I shall be analysing my personal freshers and the beginnings of lectures in a SPECIAL DOUBLE BLOG BECAUSE I CBA’ED LAST WEEK. There have been many positive points to extract from these weeks, as well as a few lessons in alcohol consumption and self-preservation.

So I have already spoken of the beach party and my visit to the newly refurbished HMV Ritz. Monday night was relatively uneventful. I had a couple of pints at The Grovel before heading up to 5th Avenue to have a look round there, only to realise that I couldn’t be bothered to stand around in the queue and instead went home for some pre-job induction sleep.

My introduction to my first job couldn’t have been more terrifying and exhausting. I’ve been assigned to a rather busy, upper-class area of the stadium, so I have got to be at my best and perform whenever I am on the job. I have learnt how to set and clear tables; polish everything; how to serve, greet and send off customers; and how to open and serve wine and champagne – in my area, I have to serve champagne on arrival, so it’s a skill I have to acquire very quickly. I’ll practice at home.

Tuesday was a good night – went out to 5th Avenue with Cath, my flat and a few others. My first experience of a proper indie club was splendid as I danced the night away and had a brilliant night out. Wednesday was a lot quieter – same group of people, went to a comedy night at The Grovel which was absolutely hilarious and Sam and I shared duties initiating applause… well, whenever he wasn’t there I did it, so I was the vice-applause guy. Thursday was the epicness of the Whitworth Park pub crawl – plus of course the lovely Cath. Brilliant night up until the point where drinks were drunk a little too much and violence ensued… all over my face. I got punched, unprovoked of course, but that’s what happens when you drink too much, you lose control. A lump on my head is the enigma of a freshers warscar. Friday was a little bit different. Went to The Grovel for drinks, then went to Joshua Brookes bar for another drink. 5th Avenue went rather badly due to over-staggering and as a result we couldn’t get in. As a result we got another drink at another bar before heading back to the flat for a glass of wine and some intolerably greasy food and a chat.

Saturday and Sunday proved to be much more chilled out affairs as a much needed break from obscene alcohol consumption was needed for my liver. This recent week has seen me attend copious amounts of lectures, but it feels good to be settled into a good routine now and doing a minute amount of work! In my first lecture, I learnt how to save a file from the internet, so you can see just how challenging a degree from the world’s 30th best university is!

I would also like to say that my flatmates and others who I have met so far are all a bunch of legends. So happy that you aren’t dicks!

I have also joined a number of societies. I have signed up to do fuse.fm, the Manchester Student Radio and am currently on the lookout for co-hosts. I am also in the debating society and have been attending campus football try-outs, but I am yet to break into a team, just got to keep up the hard work in training and I’ll get my chance I guess! Bagged a couple of goals along the way too, just need to find my best position and my best form. I fully intend to sign up to the film society and the gaming society very soon as well!

For those of you who haven’t seen, here is my song of the fortnight: a mash up of Come On by The Notorious B.I.G. and the Thomas The Tank Engine theme song. Fucking club anthem mate.

Fare-thee-well!

Coombes