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The final A-Soc social of the summer ended on a rather good note with 17 people turning up. We were yet again screwed over by the union but never the less things proceeded well with us re-grouping in The Old Bar for a night of good fun that didn’t end until gone midnight.

Especially given Nicola and Zoltan were at a gig, Moz is in Europe, Rich is missing in action, Bo was on a date, Gijsbert has just disappeared, Brett couldn’t make it down, Rosie is in America Bevis couldn’t make it either. These are just A-Soc hardcores if you also add people like Oli, Chinese Matt and Charlie we did fantastically to say so many people weren’t there.

Roll on freshers’ week!

Yesterday I uploaded my 100th video to YouTube.

This excludes the material uploaded as part of Worfolk Pictures so I don’t think that is too bad going. It is a right random collection though, there are series of videos from anything from tech to celebs all with atheist rants mixed in with them.

Saturday night having come round again, Michelle and Norm’s joint party (that Norm didn’t have any say in and couldn’t actually come to 😉 ) had arrived.

Being unable to get the time off work I didn’t finish until late and given an unending series of problems ending with the building alarm refusing to set leaving us waiting around for the morning shift to turn up I didn’t make it to the party until gone 3am.

I was greeted by a rather drunk Moz who seemed rather pleased to see me. As pre-arranged with Nicola (who was passed out on the couch) I tried to take her up but she was a little too drunk to stay conscious for more than 20-30 seconds at a time. For someone who is such an outgoing party animal she’s quite a light weight (though to be fair she had, had a long day and is keeping up with me for hours at work at the moment).

The real winner of the evening was the amount of drunken stories that emerged that night and the next morning. Always entertaining.

Apparently.

I missed much of the drunken conversation last night but apparently Norm’s response when they started playing Ring of Fire was “last time I played this I ended up having sex with a man.” Sarann is a fantastic resource for remembering such comments.

The long awaited office night out took place last night. We headed down to town straight from work to Beckett’s Bank on Park Row which was rather busy, but then I guess that has town written all over it on a weekend, especially when people are just getting out from work.

I’m not sure I’m a fan of town on the weekend. There are too many old people and everywhere is packed. It’s probably worth suffering the sleep deprivation to go out on a week night as you just seem to get a better atmosphere, at least until I have a few more years on me.

We moved onto a bar named Henry’s which is just round the corner. It was an interesting mix, it seemed quite a classy place and yet they were playing the most generic cheesy music that you would expect to find at Fruity and Mental Mondays back when Bondi was open.

After a few drinks here everyone else headed off to Tiger Tiger to meet up with some from one of our clients that also happened to be out while I stayed back for another drink. With hindsight we should probably have traded numbers as Tiger Tiger was abandoned by the time I arrived there so I don’t know what happened to everyone else.

The night was far from a write-off though as Nicola invited me back to hers to take a look round her new house which isn’t too bad for a student house (it has the generic bedrooms in random places and no form of hallways but that is to be expected) and the price is pretty good so I’ll give my thumbs up. Especially given she got the best bedroom by far lol.

I went to Leeds Bradford International Airport on Thursday to pick Michelle up and I have to say, it’s a bit of a joke.

I mean, international airport? Granted there are some international flights but few if any that would be considered real international flights. How many scheduled flights fly to America for example? They are all crappy like chartered package holidays.

But they like to keep up the pretense. Having found my way through a series of basically country lanes which is what they were, it suddenly opens up into a big duel carriageway – for 100 metres! Seriously, who are they kiding?

Being a developer I don’t drink tea or coffee. That’s not exclusively true, if we’re making proper coffee at a dinner party I will have a cup but I tend to play that down as I feel a slowly developing taste for coffee and the fact we throw dinner parties are both signs that I am getting old. But back on the point, when I need that pick me up, it’s all abou the energy drinks. You just can’t beat them.

Just reading over the front of my can of Red Bull though I notice is proudly announces…

0g fat
123 calories
0g salt

Which is great. Though it makes me question why it would be an achivement to have no fat or salt in a drink. I mean, is that normal? Did it used to? It’s like when you see “suitable for vegitarians” on a chocolate bar and wonder why it wasn’t before (interestly, McDonald’s strawberry milkshakes only became suitable for vegitarians about 6 months ago, think about what that means :p).

Futher round the back of the can it goes on to say…

A serving (250ml) contains the equivalent of approx. 0g of salt

What does that mean? Approximately means it actually does contain some salt I presume. And equivalent means it has some kind of salt substitute equal to the amount of salt that would be in there if there was salt in there? Which means none as there isn’t any? So they have replaced the salt with 0g of something similar?

What are the betting lawyers were involved here?

Tonight I am a man of few words.

Electricity.

Pineapple.

Time.

This is all.

Oh, we’re still alive btw. You win again, science!

Last night saw another A-Soc summer social. I arrived for the commitee meeting to find the union was locked down for a commerical event, of course, they didn’t bother to let us know. Not only could we not get in The Terrace but they actually closed down the front of the union and just presumed people would find their way to The Old Bar. Luckily the bouncer was kind enough to point people in our direction so it wasn’t a total write off.

We archived a nice healthy 16 people to the meeting and the preceeding committee meeting was attended by twice as many commitee members as last week so things looked fairly good. I think we’ll chalk another line on the old success tally for this week.