Week 2 at Uni October 86

I started with a Sociology lecture which was only an introductory, but quite difficult to follow. Then I went to a Politics – Tops (Theories of Politics). There are six of us in the class, which Professor Regan takes. I’m the only female there. Great, I don’t think! I then decided that being ten minutes late to a Maths lecture was not something to be done too often, so I decided not to go at all.

I went to a personal tutorial with Professor Regan. Because he was called out on other business he set me reading Hayek’s The Road To Serfdom. For “homework” he set me Animal Farm
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I then went to the Health Centre and explained to Dr W that I had been feeling constantly thirsty and also needing to go to the loo frequently, so she told me to give a urine sample, and she tested it for sugar. There was a faint hint. So she said I’m to have a blood test to see if I’m a diabetic. That’s tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m scardest of, the blood test or the fact that I might have diabetes. I’m a bit upset about it.

I had a very welcome lie in, but then I went to he Health Centre for a blood test. I had been instructed not to have anything to eat twelve hours previously, so I was not at my best. The nurse couldn’t get anything out of my left arm, so tried my right arm, but to no avail, so she called Dr W, who after great difficulty managed to get a sufficient amount of me. I was told to go and get something to eat even if only a bar of chocolate or crisps.

I stood up, felt the room swimming, and was pushed into a chair, my head thrust between my knees, and then I was given a glass of milk and a biccy. I managed to struggle back to Willoughby, where I was able to unwind until lunch, after which I dashed over to PB for Labour Club. It was a business meeting (in a style reminiscent of Broadheath Labour Party) but they said that speakers that they have already lined up are Austin Mitchell, Gerald Kaufman and ….Derek Hatton.

I then went off to Sociology; I have an essay on Karl Marx to do. I then went back to the room of somebody called David T in Cripps. We were providing a shoulder for another fella from Cripps, who’s in my Soc. seminar (Chris S), and is very homesick. He went home on Monday night but was sent back by his parents. He said he’d be at the URN party, but he wasn’t, nor was he at the Pips lecture this midday.

After dinner I pogged off to PB to hear Simon Hughes (Liberal MP for Bermondsey) speaking. Most of what he said, I agreed with, which doesn’t mean I've become converted to Liberalism, nor does it mean that having led the split in the Liberals Simon Hughes has joined the Labour Party. It purely means that he was uncontroversial. I missed my opportunity to stick my neck in, and point out that the Alliance may be allied in places like Broxtowe, but how will they square their differences in places like Trafford.

I could have stayed for a Liberal Cheese and Wine, but I decided to go off to URN Cheese and wine – career move. It was fun, there was plenty of home-brew wine, and I had tremendously in deep discussions with people. I

I went to the bar and joined Jennie, Tracey, Lisa S and Sally. We decided to go for a pizza, and were joined by a bloke called Pete from Sally’s corridor (D floor). We were joined by Martin on Broadgate; he’d just been playing soldiers with the OTC, so was wearing a suit – have to look good in the officers mess. I had a prawn pizza – not bad, I must say!

I worked the bar, that was good fun, if tiring. I was hopeless at first, not being able to pull a pint, and getting a pile of abuse, but by the end of the evening I was quite reasonable. I’m just waiting for the money now.

I had a lie in after reading the papers, I pogged over to a Tops lecture with the extremely boring Mr McD. Then I spent the afternoon at URN which was WONDERFUL. I did a report on Karnival; I even read it live on the five o’clock news. Jon Munro who I think is something mega important, has suggested that I interview Michael Heseltine next week. Having been told that I can do it, I am absolutely determined to do it, and although, naturally, I am filled with trepidation as to whether I can actually succeed, I am filled with anticipation at the challenge - a real boost to my proposed career. So ambitious am I, that I've decided I don’t want to be Prime Minister at twenty five, I’ll stick to being a presenter of the ‘Today’ programme by the age of twenty three.

After my afternoon at URN, I rushed back to Willoughby to get poshed up in fifteen minutes flat. It was the formal dinner, and it was tremendous fun seeing everybody (nearly – not the bar staff not Ian as you will see later) out of their everyday clothes. Many of the blokes had dinner suits, all the rest had suits on, most of the women had dresses & heels, there was a lovely atmosphere, with people walking around with bottles of wine – either Schloss Willoughby which is like cats piss, or Sainsburys. I had Sainsburys Yugoslav Riesling.

The Duck Skwad arrived with their custard pies to get Ian , our delightful Hall President – he’s okay, actually & I got a good photo of him covered in shaving foam.

The cocktail bar opened; I started with a Mega Zombie Surprise (double gin, Martini & orange juice) which was gorgeous, but coming after half a bottle of wine and before half a pint of Becks made me slightly inebriated, enough for me to have a deep & meaningless conversation with a bloke called Chris who’s doing Archaeology, & I also had a pleasant conversation with Kevin (nice Kevin, from Bangor, Co. Down) – I really have desires on him. Simon L, our Hall treasurer, told me I was pissed, but that was okay, so was he. I ended up in the JCR flaked out, but joined a load of second and third years, including the mining bloke, Martin the action man, & big Mark, the bar manager.

I’m totally pissed off with United & totally over the moon, too. Jesper Olsen is deffo leaving after a punch up with Remi Moses the other day. Jesper has eleven stitches in his head. Things must be bad if the quiet man Remi’s fighting.
However, Manchester United actually won today, AND it was against Sheffield Wednesday. Stapleton, Davenport (2) and Whiteside scored. Forest, Liverpool & Everton lost, which is smart.

I have worked MOST of today, although I took a few photos of the Karnival Float, which didn’t win. Willoughby has won for the past nine years. Richard III Soc. won this year.

I did the Hall shop, and then chatted for ages to Mike. We ended up in party in Chris (heavy metal) room. Liz from the room next door to me was there. She won’t speak to me. God knows why. Bloody Boring Greasy Haired Rik Mayall John Boy Dave Bl was there.

I spoken to Lisa O for about half an hour. She’s into CND & to a lifestyle of not getting totally chummy with people immediately.