Woah now – it’s been a long time! Too long in fact! I’m a busy guy with a hectic life but tonight I just feel like writing something. Nothing scientific. Nothing life changing. Just something to let you know that I’m still going…
First off, let me give you some advice. If you can avoid doing a thesis I’d recommend it. Also avoid asking others what their study is on – it’s really not that interesting! Try to keep your head down in the library and stay away from ‘library buddies’. What’s a library buddy you ask? Well it’s the person you befriend around the broken printer or the person who rants to you about the slow elevator or the librarian who just seems a little too keen to find that book you need! This may sound quite antisocial or even quite moody of me but trust me – I’ve been seeing these people everyday for the last 3 months and the conversation still hasn’t progressed. Actually that’s a lie. The librarian asked me about the rain the other day and whether it had stopped yet. It was very exciting!
But fortunately, as you know, I have been myself for 22 years, 47 days and an hour. This might sound stupid but what I’m trying to say is that I know myself really well and I know when I need a release and a sudden insertion of ‘fun’. That time has come – so now on Tuesday and Thursday evenings I turn into my alter ego – rugby player for the Edinburgh Accies. Well I say rugby player but more of a lost guy running around wearing an awkward padded hat that makes me look like a circumcised penis. I admit I look a tool but there are about 40 others looking exactly the same - so as they say, when in Rome or is it birds of a feather flock together? Whatever it is I’m still looking a right dick.
Actually one of the reasons why I’ve started to play again is that one of my closest mates, Shannon Lawrence, always used to say that I should stop being a sissy and play. Since you all know the tragic news of Shan’s passing I won’t dwell on it but instead I just want to give you a funny memory of the big man and me. Shannon didn’t have a scooter when we were 16 and up so I used to tow him on my bike every weekend to all the parties. Basically the bike was bigger than most 50cc scooters to accommodate yours truly, but when both Shan and I were on the bike it soon became one of those little motorbikes that you see overly passionate Bermudian dads giving their 4-year-old boy. The bike ran fine, perfectly doing 50km/hr on the flats but as soon as the slightest incline came the bike would quickly slowdown and we would be flung forward and I’d get a bang in the back of my head by his helmet! The resistance was so big in fact that we had to walk up quite a few hills –especially in the Smith Alps going to Rose’s house! Journeys on the bike would seem so short because Shannon would keep me entertained by saying some crude and hilarious joke or story! Anyways that’s one of the many happy memories I have of Shannon and they won’t be forgotten any time soon!
Anyways all, till next time – Good luck
First off, let me give you some advice. If you can avoid doing a thesis I’d recommend it. Also avoid asking others what their study is on – it’s really not that interesting! Try to keep your head down in the library and stay away from ‘library buddies’. What’s a library buddy you ask? Well it’s the person you befriend around the broken printer or the person who rants to you about the slow elevator or the librarian who just seems a little too keen to find that book you need! This may sound quite antisocial or even quite moody of me but trust me – I’ve been seeing these people everyday for the last 3 months and the conversation still hasn’t progressed. Actually that’s a lie. The librarian asked me about the rain the other day and whether it had stopped yet. It was very exciting!
But fortunately, as you know, I have been myself for 22 years, 47 days and an hour. This might sound stupid but what I’m trying to say is that I know myself really well and I know when I need a release and a sudden insertion of ‘fun’. That time has come – so now on Tuesday and Thursday evenings I turn into my alter ego – rugby player for the Edinburgh Accies. Well I say rugby player but more of a lost guy running around wearing an awkward padded hat that makes me look like a circumcised penis. I admit I look a tool but there are about 40 others looking exactly the same - so as they say, when in Rome or is it birds of a feather flock together? Whatever it is I’m still looking a right dick.
Actually one of the reasons why I’ve started to play again is that one of my closest mates, Shannon Lawrence, always used to say that I should stop being a sissy and play. Since you all know the tragic news of Shan’s passing I won’t dwell on it but instead I just want to give you a funny memory of the big man and me. Shannon didn’t have a scooter when we were 16 and up so I used to tow him on my bike every weekend to all the parties. Basically the bike was bigger than most 50cc scooters to accommodate yours truly, but when both Shan and I were on the bike it soon became one of those little motorbikes that you see overly passionate Bermudian dads giving their 4-year-old boy. The bike ran fine, perfectly doing 50km/hr on the flats but as soon as the slightest incline came the bike would quickly slowdown and we would be flung forward and I’d get a bang in the back of my head by his helmet! The resistance was so big in fact that we had to walk up quite a few hills –especially in the Smith Alps going to Rose’s house! Journeys on the bike would seem so short because Shannon would keep me entertained by saying some crude and hilarious joke or story! Anyways that’s one of the many happy memories I have of Shannon and they won’t be forgotten any time soon!Anyways all, till next time – Good luck
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