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Content soon. Much to post. This journal awaits tales of Parisian wanderings, exploding cider, Disneyland, forecasts of an exciting summer of travelling, and maybe even romance. For now, I will infuriatingly write nothing of detail whatever, and simply enclose largely for own reference Collapse )
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    Queen - Breakthru
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Spent a marvellous weekend in Oxford with the OULES. The society has changed a bit, but the new ones are just as lovely as the others and damnedly talented. Apparently tales of me to the new folk led to me becoming a fictional character and several people tried to deny my existence after meeting me. Slight Needham moment, there.

The Aeneid was fantastic. Having been present at a single blurrily remembered scriptwriting thing, there were a couple of moments when I was watching where I went "That line sounds oddly familiar. I wonder if it's me... Yes! I remember the bit about the fanged sheep." That was fun. Then I got to be in it the next night, which was glorious. I got to play a shepherd (with very slight ad libbing), the middle head of Cerberus (with KISS make-up), and the back end of Monty (with back ache). Happy Phil.

Cast party was grand. There was some strange unpleasant loud hanger-on who didn't seem to want to leave but he did no harm and was ignored. There were lots of other lovely people, very fine gin, and some very relieved writer/directors, one of whom was rather overwhelmed by all the relief and slipped out of consciousness in the hall.

Back in France now. Despite maintaining my general contentment and unsinkable affection for the world, a small wave of homesickness came along at the beginning of the year...

Homesickness: wave "Hi."

...and was skulking somewhere in the corner of the apartment when I got back from my holidays.

BUT.

My contentedness is unendangered, for I have a mere couple of months left in France, and some joyous visitors at one or two points. Also I have lots of writing to do. Time for a cup of tea.

*potters to the kilogramme of tea brought back from the Cambridge Tea Man*
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    Alasdair White - Òran a' Chaoira
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Hello world.

I am home for the holidays, and have done the Cambridge visit. On Thursday I am doing an Oxford visit, more on which in a moment.

The CULES Golden Jubilee Ball was wonderful, as the many (260?) photos attest. I'm now one of probably very few who have played harp for and punned at Andy Hamilton in one evening. (I didn't know who he was six months ago, but that doesn't lessen my disproportionate sense of satisfaction.) Marvellous music - huge brass swing band during dinner, and lovely ceilidh band later.

Also wonderful was again seeing the Cambridge Tea Man. I now have another kilogram of teas to help while away my last few months in France. On an afternoon when we were meant to be busy with important ball-related organisation, benparker took me to the rather exciting new tea shop/cafe/thing and we accomplished tea while we contemplated accomplishing the more strenuous goals. They have a lovely cabinet on one wall made up of tiny drawers full of tea leaves. I had some China Blue Silver Needles, which costs £200/kg. A single pot was mercifully cheaper at £3.50. It was quite nice. Tasted slightly gingery. benparker and I later met a lovely but absolutely loopy lady who said that she'd tried that tea and cried at its beauty. She seemed slightly disappointed that I hadn't. Part of me was sad that I can't taste what she does. Another part of me thought she might have been a bit allergic to ginger.

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I'll be in Oxford Thursday 'til Saturday. While I'll be mostly with OULES in the evenings, first of all watching then being in The Aeneid: The Pantomime, my days are empty and need loving friends to fill them with tea and cake and things. Oxford folk who I haven't seen in an age - I miss all of you lots. Communicate your shared desire for tea via phones, comments or wordless shrieks and manic flailing gestures. I will respond in kind.


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I have bought an Irish flute. It's in the post. Excited.
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    Mike McGoldrick - Farewell To Whalley Range
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I believe I have a small project. This is a device which supposedly turns off all electrical things with infra-red receivers. This is a sonic screwdriver. The obvious thing to do is to cram the workings of one into the other.

Finally, I will have a small boring black box that makes a sonic screwdriver noise!

Now to locate a copy of Electronics for Dummies.

Afterthought: ...and if I could fit the little St. Hugh's door-opening magnetic widget on the other end, it would also unlock doors. Well, a few.
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    Aidan O' Rourke - Bah Hamburg
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The other day I was walking through town, and heard someone shout "Arrête de parler à cet hélicoptère!" They shouted it at noone in particular in the direction of a large antique carousel. There didn't seem to be any helicopters about. I feel fortunate to have heard what is probably a very rarely spoken sentence.

France continues well. Am rather missing England and its contents. Flatmate now has basic grounding in Doctor Who, The Prisoner, and the films of Terry Gilliam. We also have recently watched through all fourteen episodes of Mr. Bean. I tried her on Blackadder but with no subtitles it's a bit tricky to follow.

Have begun cooking interesting things. Recent dishes include chicken biryani, some sort of sausage casserole thing, various risotti (am working on Full English Breakfast Risotto), and marzipan pieces. My favourite is probably marzipan pieces. They are made of marzipan cut into pieces. It can be coloured marzipan sometimes. You can cut them into sticks or spirals or double helices but that is slightly complicated. I've started to develop a tendency to go to the supermarket and buy bacon and marzipan and entirely forget bread.

Teaching's still going all right. Part of this morning's lesson was animal noises. Lots of this was me trying to work out how to write up all the French animal noises my class was making, which I didn't do too badly at. Then they had to try the English ones. They liked cock-a-doodle-do (Fr.: cocorico), and I think they thought that moo was better than meugler. I quite like miauler for miaow, though. Because it's sort of got mewl in there as well it sounds sweeter. Like a kitteny miaow.

I gave an oral exam to Martha Jones on Monday morning. Really, she looked exactly like Martha Jones. It was very strange. I kept looking hopefully at the door (or windows, or ceiling. You never know.) expecting David Tennant. He didn't turn up.
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    Catriona McKay - Starfish
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Marché Plus has bacon!!! Hahahaha!!!! Hahaha!!! Ahahahaha!!!!
Yrs,
The Opera Ghost
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    Fry Me To The Moon - Frank Bacon and the Baconettes
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I've just found a free Fiddlers' Bid concert! These chaps are utterly amazing. If I am honest they are in fact a bit more exciting than Fairport Convention.
http://www.visitshetland.com/about-shetland/music/
A little way down on the right. Nice quality webstream.

There is a lovely moment half an hour in when they're playing the Tangerine Dream Jig, and one of them goes into Jim Craig's one run too early, and you can almost hear him go 'Buggritbuggritbuggrit. Root note! Play the root note! Everything's fine.' Fortunately it's in the same key.

This reminds me (warning - dreadful pun at end of paragraph), I was looking around some folk music forums and someone had posted asking the history behind all of the hags in Irish tune names: Oh, Hag You Have Killed Me; The Hag With The Money; The Hag At The Churn; The Hag With The Lawyer, and so on. There were a few explanatory posts about witches and things. One of them said that he wasn't sure, but that his favourite hag tunes were Hag At The Christie and Haigín Deas, 'a chilling sort of tune'.

I think I might have to write those.

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    Fiddlers' Bid - Da Trows O' Truggles Water
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I failed to actually think of anything interesting to do with language today. More likely, I thought of several things and then forgot them.

However, I found this a little while ago when trawling Wikipedia for linguistics articles:

Article: Disputes in English Grammar. First line - The neutrality of this article or section is disputed. ^_^
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    Eric Johnson - S.R.V.
Peter Cook

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The slightly weaker middle section. All stories need a middle. This one just happens to have happened before the beginning. Good finish tomorrow. Through the Looking Glass. It has tea.

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    Eric Johnson - A Song For Life
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Computer back to it's old self. Considering steampunk conversion, on the grounds that that would make it easier to invent kettle attachment. Read last week of Friends page. Watched Doctor Who. Had toast. Thrilling, these last couple of days.

New design of TARDIS. Want one.

Speaking of Doctor Who, those who liked the Master watching the Teletubbies may like to know his fondness for children's television goes back a long way.

Oxford is done with me for the moment. I shan't be going back there as a student for another sixteen months. In October I bugger off to France for an academic year, making a living from being English at people. Somehow I feel this suits me.

Large post about the last fortnight has been excitingly divided into chapters which brazenly disregard chronology and chapterification. Today, Collapse ) Tomorrow, Chapter 1 - OULES.

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    Strawberry Alarm Clock - Incense and Peppermints