Why, Oh Why?!?
So, the Republic of Ireland football team hate me.
Otherwise, why would they lose to a crap team like Cyprus? Okay, I wouldn't mind an away loss, but 5-2 is really taking the piss. It also seems as thought the England team hate England, and the Welsh team just really hate themselves. Scotland on the other hand seem to be flying. Love beating the French, it's always quite funny!!
I was out on Friday with B.C. and Toby (Moult). Toby's just finishing is first week of work in almost 3 years, (which means he's probably done the same amount of work in the last three years as I have! - Ba dum tish!) Good on him though, getting back in the saddle, and as it's only a temporary job, I'm sure it'll lead onto other things. At least it'll give him a starting block for his C.V.
We were out in the Granta, and had to be subjected to another load of Freshers. I'm starting to believe that schools should actually give lessons in how to behave in the real world. The people that we've come across in the last week out in town scare me. These are intelligent, and otherwise normal human beings, but they have no idea who to behave the social setting of a pub. I suppose that's what University sets you up for, dealing in the real world. But, you'd hope that some of these people would have a better idea before they started Uni. Take the giggling group of girls in the Granta on Friday (and I sort of wish I could have.... [ahem.....]). They were eloquent, and obviously intelligent, but a few of them sat down at a table, and waited to be served! C'mon, you must know how a pub works. I would have forgiven them if they were Europeans, but these girls were all English (or British at least). Then one of another group going up to order, and not knowing what she wanted. This kills me, I've seen it time and time again with the youngsters (*I'm not that old). How can you walk into a bar/pub without having a clue what you want to drink. Do you drink beer? Do you drink lager? Do you drink wine? Do you drink overly price, sugary, death alcopops? Surely you must know what you drink!!
And this isn't an anti female rant. You get the same with the young gentlemen. It's just that I witnessed the ladies this time on Friday.
Saturday was the day of the Football. Terrible game from England. Only saw the highlight from the other games (just as well really). Went to Toby's to watch the end of the England game. Had some pizza, and a couple of cans of lager. Toby was should me his interactive maths teaching equipment, and whilst it is pretty cool, I can't help but think that this is sort of getting rid of real teaching. Hell, I still hark for the day of the chalk and blackboard. I still remember Mr. Wiseman wiping down the whiteboard in his classroom on the day that he retired. He always had the words "Repeat Results" written at the top of the board. As he was wiping the board, he went to the top of the blackboard, and was almost about to wipe his favourite saying off, before turning to the class, and asking us whether he should wipe it off. We told him not to. Wherever that blackboard is now, I can guarantee that it will still have "Repeat Results" at the top of it! I wonder whether nowadays teachers present rather than teach? Is the use of an interactive white board, and PowerPoints still teaching, or an easy way for teachers to use the same materials year after year?
We left Toby's and went to the Panton Arms. It's changed a lot since we started going there. The latest incumbent has stripped every thing out of it, and gone for the minimal look. In the bar area this means the "I'm redecorating the house" look. Very stripped. However, we were in the front bar, playing pool. The front bar has a cosy, at home feel. Many games of pool later, we sat down in the comfy sofas and chatted. A group of youngsters (two couples) came into the front bar and went towards the pool table. We had left a couple of balls on the table (mainly because Toby had trashed Toby in the final game). One of the girls looked over to us, as if to ask if we were finished with the game. Toby shouted across that we had finished, and that the balls were just left behind. She was kind enough to thank him. Now, what comes next is a classic move from many a paranoid boyfriend. Aware that his girlfriend had just talked to another man in a pub, the boyfriend swooped in, and grabbed the girl and kissed her. Then proceed to hug her. I was hilarious, as we were all watching this, and then turned to look at each other and laughed. Toby (ever the one to take it a stage further) says outloud: "Yeah, she's your girlfriend. We get it!" Brilliant!! Made me laugh.
After the Panton, we went to Vaults. Basically, we were looking for anywhere to go. The 24 hour licensing really hasn't kicked in that much when you can't get a drink after midnight. However, off to Vaults we went. Now, I'm not an old man. I'm not a prude. However, I find it very interesting the amount of clothes the young ladies of Cambridge seem to be wearing. And when I say young, I mean underage young (and when I say underage I mean drinking wise. -18.). I think if half of the parents knew what their little darlings were doing on a Saturday night, they'd be shutting themselves. Or maybe they wouldn't, living in, as we are these days, a very permissive society. I honestly do believe that something needs to be done to curb the amount that people drink. I'm a prime example. Look at the amount I drank this weekend alone. I work it out that I had 40 units of alcohol (please, please correct me if I'm wrong!). That's massive. Twice the recommended limit for a week (let alone 3 days). This can't be good for me. Am I slowly killing myself? Or is it Government scare-mongering to try and "save" people from the horrers of drinking?
Sunday was quite. Went to Mass. Watched the Grand Prix (disappoint not for Schumacher to finish the race - would have made Brazil a much better race). Went out for dinner on Sunday night. Mum and Sel had recommended the Red Lion in Grantchester for dinner. However, myself and Dad turned up just before 8pm, (when they stop serving), so they only offered us the bar menu. I was okay, but very standard pub food. (Basic frozen, defrosted, deep fried/microwaved fayre). I'll go back for some proper food sometime.
Otherwise, why would they lose to a crap team like Cyprus? Okay, I wouldn't mind an away loss, but 5-2 is really taking the piss. It also seems as thought the England team hate England, and the Welsh team just really hate themselves. Scotland on the other hand seem to be flying. Love beating the French, it's always quite funny!!
I was out on Friday with B.C. and Toby (Moult). Toby's just finishing is first week of work in almost 3 years, (which means he's probably done the same amount of work in the last three years as I have! - Ba dum tish!) Good on him though, getting back in the saddle, and as it's only a temporary job, I'm sure it'll lead onto other things. At least it'll give him a starting block for his C.V.
We were out in the Granta, and had to be subjected to another load of Freshers. I'm starting to believe that schools should actually give lessons in how to behave in the real world. The people that we've come across in the last week out in town scare me. These are intelligent, and otherwise normal human beings, but they have no idea who to behave the social setting of a pub. I suppose that's what University sets you up for, dealing in the real world. But, you'd hope that some of these people would have a better idea before they started Uni. Take the giggling group of girls in the Granta on Friday (and I sort of wish I could have.... [ahem.....]). They were eloquent, and obviously intelligent, but a few of them sat down at a table, and waited to be served! C'mon, you must know how a pub works. I would have forgiven them if they were Europeans, but these girls were all English (or British at least). Then one of another group going up to order, and not knowing what she wanted. This kills me, I've seen it time and time again with the youngsters (*I'm not that old). How can you walk into a bar/pub without having a clue what you want to drink. Do you drink beer? Do you drink lager? Do you drink wine? Do you drink overly price, sugary, death alcopops? Surely you must know what you drink!!
And this isn't an anti female rant. You get the same with the young gentlemen. It's just that I witnessed the ladies this time on Friday.
Saturday was the day of the Football. Terrible game from England. Only saw the highlight from the other games (just as well really). Went to Toby's to watch the end of the England game. Had some pizza, and a couple of cans of lager. Toby was should me his interactive maths teaching equipment, and whilst it is pretty cool, I can't help but think that this is sort of getting rid of real teaching. Hell, I still hark for the day of the chalk and blackboard. I still remember Mr. Wiseman wiping down the whiteboard in his classroom on the day that he retired. He always had the words "Repeat Results" written at the top of the board. As he was wiping the board, he went to the top of the blackboard, and was almost about to wipe his favourite saying off, before turning to the class, and asking us whether he should wipe it off. We told him not to. Wherever that blackboard is now, I can guarantee that it will still have "Repeat Results" at the top of it! I wonder whether nowadays teachers present rather than teach? Is the use of an interactive white board, and PowerPoints still teaching, or an easy way for teachers to use the same materials year after year?
We left Toby's and went to the Panton Arms. It's changed a lot since we started going there. The latest incumbent has stripped every thing out of it, and gone for the minimal look. In the bar area this means the "I'm redecorating the house" look. Very stripped. However, we were in the front bar, playing pool. The front bar has a cosy, at home feel. Many games of pool later, we sat down in the comfy sofas and chatted. A group of youngsters (two couples) came into the front bar and went towards the pool table. We had left a couple of balls on the table (mainly because Toby had trashed Toby in the final game). One of the girls looked over to us, as if to ask if we were finished with the game. Toby shouted across that we had finished, and that the balls were just left behind. She was kind enough to thank him. Now, what comes next is a classic move from many a paranoid boyfriend. Aware that his girlfriend had just talked to another man in a pub, the boyfriend swooped in, and grabbed the girl and kissed her. Then proceed to hug her. I was hilarious, as we were all watching this, and then turned to look at each other and laughed. Toby (ever the one to take it a stage further) says outloud: "Yeah, she's your girlfriend. We get it!" Brilliant!! Made me laugh.
After the Panton, we went to Vaults. Basically, we were looking for anywhere to go. The 24 hour licensing really hasn't kicked in that much when you can't get a drink after midnight. However, off to Vaults we went. Now, I'm not an old man. I'm not a prude. However, I find it very interesting the amount of clothes the young ladies of Cambridge seem to be wearing. And when I say young, I mean underage young (and when I say underage I mean drinking wise. -18.). I think if half of the parents knew what their little darlings were doing on a Saturday night, they'd be shutting themselves. Or maybe they wouldn't, living in, as we are these days, a very permissive society. I honestly do believe that something needs to be done to curb the amount that people drink. I'm a prime example. Look at the amount I drank this weekend alone. I work it out that I had 40 units of alcohol (please, please correct me if I'm wrong!). That's massive. Twice the recommended limit for a week (let alone 3 days). This can't be good for me. Am I slowly killing myself? Or is it Government scare-mongering to try and "save" people from the horrers of drinking?
Sunday was quite. Went to Mass. Watched the Grand Prix (disappoint not for Schumacher to finish the race - would have made Brazil a much better race). Went out for dinner on Sunday night. Mum and Sel had recommended the Red Lion in Grantchester for dinner. However, myself and Dad turned up just before 8pm, (when they stop serving), so they only offered us the bar menu. I was okay, but very standard pub food. (Basic frozen, defrosted, deep fried/microwaved fayre). I'll go back for some proper food sometime.
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