Well Shadowbane had its European launch recently and Conrad and I leapt in eagerly. I've powergamed to the best of my ability and hit level 11 in about 4-5 hours gametime. It's just as good as it was when I left the beta last year so it's nice to be able to play it again.
I had the exam on Friday, it was nice on the whole. The questions I wanted came up and I managed to get it all done with 10 minutes to grammar check. I'm pretty pleased with my performance, even though I don't actually know how well I did.
So, water on mars, whattya know? I only read about it on friday whilst sitting across on the train from a person with the Evening Gazette, then I gave up my seat so I didn't catch any more of it. Why does no one do that anymore? Perhaps I was brought up in an antiquated manner but I always and I mean always give up my seat on public transport for a woman. Even in Hong Kong where you don't get so much as a thank you or an 'M'goi' only a "What on earth is that crazy Gweilo doing?! He's giving up his seat! Chi-Siin!" Its the same with doors. I remember waiting for my father when I was about 13, at the Mandarin Oriental hotel and whiling away the quarter of an hour by opening the main door for people as the door attendant was busy getting people taxis.
Almost makes me wish hats were more prevalent so I had something to doff.
I've spent the whole of saturday revising Company Law and will no doubt spend all of tomorrow doing the same, and all of monday. Bloody exam on Tuesday, puts a crimp on what would otherwise be a thoroughly enjoyable week leading up to the new term.
Good news is provided by Beth who has obtained an unconditional offer from Glasgow University - Hurrah for her. She's still waiting for Edinburgh. Poor Kev hasn't heard anything from UCAS which doesn't actually mean anything re: his grades or offers but does mean he's got good reason to start garroting UCAS employees wherever he sees them.
My sister has fantastic news, which I neglected to relate through this blog. She received an unconditional offer from Kent, and actually got an interview to Manchester. She's applied for some Drama with Film course which apparently requires its applicants to be child stars and committed members of the local theatre (neither of which she is) to get an interview, - 85% are turned down without the much-coveted interview. Much congratulation is offered to her as said course is actually just a direct talent feed into the BBC, ITV and various film companies. I hope it all goes well for her.
Some of these drama courses require you to perform an audition piece. Sadly my suggestion of turning up in leg warmers and belting out "Fame!! I'm gonna live forever!! I'm gonna learn how to fly! (High!)" was turned down.
Right, time for a cup of tea. Like Bill Bryson I can't help but love the English ability to become quite genuinely excited by the prospect of a hot beverage. Even now the image of a slowly whirling beige liquid in a nice mug has me very eager to end this sentence and grab a cuppa.
Later
John
Posted by John Swaine at January 25, 2004 12:25 AM | TrackBack