Unionist Encounter

Ok before i forget i dressed up as Van Halen's 'Hot for Teacher' and wore a badge saying I love Hutchinson (cause its kind of a joke cause i mentioned i thought my lecturer was handsome even though he's about 50 so ive been slagged about it ever since..) (Oh and the fact that i fancy Gerry Adams..) Speaking of which, i had quite a funny night tonight. I went to this British-Irish colloquium (is that how you spell it?) basically about the Northern Ireland peace process and how it can be used as a framework for other ethnic conflict policies to shape themselves on blaa blaa blaa. It was basically like 9 academics.. and me.. So the talk was quite interesting and at the end i just introduced myself to the kinda chair person who was beside me. Turns out he's going to be my lecturer next term for my 'Conflict and Consensus in 20c Ireland' so it was cool to meet him. He's pretty young actually, as most of the people who were there were. So i felt a bit weird cause they all new each other and there was little me, the only female, but i went for a drink with them in one of the staff pubs that actually says "no students" on the front(!), like back in the day in America when they used to say "we don't employ Irish". But anyway.. Ive never been so intellectually intimidated in my life! They all knew so bloody much and i felt about 6, but they were very nice and asked me lots of questions about my MSc. So it turns out that the lecturer, Michael Kerr, is a UUP member and was sort of one of those junior type people under David Trimble and is basically in with all the major Unionist players! The course should be quite interesting because its the first time its being taught by a unionist. It was so interesting talking to them and hearing all this behind the scenes stuff (like the fact that the unionist camp has many 'sodomites' within its ranks..) I also met a lecturer from Queen Mary's that used to teach in UCD back in the day (when i was actually 3..) , who im fairly sure was coming on to me, but thats another story. I also noticed during the talk that i think he was wearing longjohns, but anyway.. They were all quite attractive actually, for academics! So there you go.. that was my first experience of 'networking' within the academic world.. A rather humbling experience which reminded me how little i know about anything. A definite Delphi 'all i know is that i know nothing' moment! Right, you know its time to go to bed when some dodgy 80s c-list movie comes on on Channel4 so better get myself off to Bedfordshire..
Miaow x

Horsey Horsey

Yo yo, well i havent blogged in a while so i thought id fill in what ive been up to.. I think at this stage my arse has just about healed itself from the rather traumatic experience of riding. I thought since i had the jacket it would be rude not to actually attempt to ride a horse, to experience fully the essence of the tweed lifestyle. My friend Margaret works in a stables just beside Hyde Park and has been riding since she was knee-high to a grass hopper, so she invited us to come and have a ride around Hyde Park. So anyway, it was great craic altogether and i even managed to trot, which by the way is sooo much harder than it looks in the films. So apart from that Amro was over for the weekend so it was lovely having him over, hanging out and him meeting my friends over here. We had a bit of a session on friday in the student bar, and then again last night at a friend Chris's housewarming party. We took over an hour to get home and it was a fairly rough awakening this morning when i realised i was supposed to be on the tube on the way to football, but i was infact still in bed. Of course, turnout was low (ie.. mylelf, Mary, Chris and Jim..) so we did the postmortem of the party whilst vaguely kicking the football around, and trying to to antagonise our hangovers, then quickly retreated home to my place for tea (in the Wild Wild West as they call it, cause they think its really far away... its not..!) So there it is.. multiple essays and work to catch up on so better go get on wiv it!

New Career Path

Well, last night was just about the funniest night ive had in a long time.. Let me explain why.. The evening started off in a predictable enough way, drinks in the Tuns in college, then on to a Wetherspoons to meet people from our Nationalism seminar. That was a laugh, and we managed to blend in topic converstations as varied as Prince Charles and organic farming, american foreign policy, and which one of our lecturers we'd "shag, marry or kill". We are the Creme de la creme, lets not forget. So then there was the mandatory 'tergiversation' about what our next move was going to be, and Dardan (Kosovar/an(?) guy from our class) suggested that we go to a club in South Ken, because he knew an albanian guy who was friends with the serbian owner of the club and so we could get in for free. So after much humming and hawing we democratically agreed to go and check this place out, even though the others felt it was a little off the beaten track. (Zone 2!! The horror of it!!) My lord.. we arrived at the club (Leeson St. basement type scenario, of this massive georgian type house) and there was of course a que of people, of the most fashionably type,(We're not talking the Palace here..), two people at the door with earpieces and clipboards, and of course the all imporant velvet rope that separates the world into the 'desirables' and 'non-desirables'. So of course Mary and me looked at each other, i looked down at my trainers, and we had a good ol laugh about the fact that we COULD NOT be more out of place, couldnt look any more wrongly dressed for the occasion, and there was no way we were gonna get into the 'Holy Realm of Trendyness'. So off Dardan goes and we follow him straight passed the que, all the while being glarred at by the queees, and he goes over and has a world with the albanian bouncer, who rings someone. We are beckoned so we follow and the FRONT DOOR is opened and we are let into the lare. We couldnt believe the hilariousness of the situation but Dardan looked unfased. So we walk in through the various rooms and the upstairs bit is LITERALLY full of old, rich and powerful men surrounded by beautiful young women and shockingly expensive bottles of champagne. A definate pimps and hos vibe! We walk on downstairs to the club bit and reach metrosexual heaven, sprinkled with a healthy serving of upperclass-english-slag-in-mini-skirt. My God, ive never wanted to cause physical harm to so many people in one room. The guys ALL had highlighted spikey hair, were drinking WINE and kept checking themselves out in the mirrors! So anyway, the highlight of the night was when Dardan's friends finally arrived. The thing is that this guy is actually the most famous rapper in Kosovo and hes actually a massive celebrity over there. So after a bit, he came back and was like 'i arranged a table for us', so of course we all followed. I'm telling you, i could get well used to that lifestyle, and im so gonna use my albanian mafia connection in London. I was infact langered by the end of the night because Mary's flatmate kept buying me drinks and well, it'd be rude not to. So thus ended a particularly crazy friday night in london town. I tell you, that Dardan is a dark horse! Big up the Kosovo London Connection!

Buck 65

Just back from a wikid Buck 65 concert out in ULU and now im at home eating sainsbury's chipsticks that are far too vinegary.. im sure im developing an ulser from the one bag. The concert was really exo and the support act (Tim Fite) were very interesting. They were basically these two madmen with a projector and lots of strange pictures that looked like a Child Psychologist needed to intervene. They were kinda urban-weirdo-electro-bluesy, with sporadic outbursts of psychotropic-drug induced spaz attacks. But extremely cool and interesting. The singer looked like a throw back from the film Cry Baby with his weird greased long mesh of hair. Then came Buck 65 who is basically my dream man.. Dont all the girls say that.. But id say his head is a bit of a lonely place, to be honest. Im so happy that i can sit here and eat my overly acidic chipsticks and write in my blog, now that we FINALLY have our internet and phone up and running. It might stop me dossing around on the computers in college so much! So that's the craic really. We turn the corner of another week in the Big Schmoke (i always feel compelled to write that with german spelling, not sure why..) and start planning for friday night. I think were having a gathering with our Nationalism seminar group, with whom a small bond is starting to germ. Im even organising a 5 a side sessun on sunday in Hyde park (with one of the english guys (well the only one)(can you do brackets within brackets?!))) Suprisingly enough lots of people have responded, so we'll see how that one goes. Another startling development is my new-fangled addiction to starbucks vanilla lattes..!? Need i say more.. This city is eating away at my soul!
Ja Bless x
Ps.. As requested, I added the pic of me in my Country Casual gear, further down in the blog ;o)

Boring Blog

Well what can i say.. in fairness, who's gonna be interested in my dreary little london life when Isy's in frickin INDIA!! I think my blog ratings are going to go plumeting down. Ah well, i can be the Eastenders to Isabelle's Hideous Kinky. So here am i, in the libro, at the ungodly time of 2 on a saturday afternoon. Im feeling RU-UFF from last night and i came straight in from staying at John's place (stopping off at the World Food Cafe and Starbucks for a vanilla latte on the way of course). So last night was the big irish bash at my friend Mary's house. Lots of LSE people having far too civilised conversations, and lots of Ierse folk bigging it up with the vodka (or was that just me?!) Altogether lots of craic, finished off with a bagel from this retro jewish bakery on Brick Lane thats open 24 hours. So now im feeling fairly fragile and im waiting for the girls to come in to do the postmortem on the night. (Oh, and to do a bit of work..) Fuppin presentations are driving me mad, plus i have to bake a fricking batch of scones for this gay foodfair on monday because i got railroaded into being on the irish committee.. How do these things happen to me?! Okai, better go to something productive,
Laters xxx
Oohh.. We have a new landline with this kindof old skool cordless phone that looks like its from Beverley Hills 90210 (cheepest one in argos..) so this is our new number: 0044 2073860106