Sunday, 2 January 2005

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Salutations and happy new year to all, blah blah etc. You all had much more fun than I did on New Year's - I wound up at a friend's (who was ill) for a beer and some xmas pudding, watched the fireworks in London on the telly, and went home. I was in bed by 2am, very depressing.

On a much happier note I went to a fundraising party in West Croydon on the 27th at The Cartoon, there were maybe 70 ppl there, and much hilarity with Twister. Being one of the oldest there I thought I'd be spending the majority of my time at the bar. However everyone was very warm and friendly, and it wasn't long before I found myself surrounded by numerous hot barefoot girls. I've certainly had worse evenings... Managed to get two of their numbers (two!) and so I find myself going out with one of them on the 4th, yay.

Xmas Day/Boxing Day: Food was very good, we had roast turkey with many assorted vegetables. Presents were the usual suspects, i.e. clothing, aftershave, chocs, CDs, and books. Have I really become so predictable? Starting to worry a bit about all the uni work that I should've done but haven't. At this point in time I should've almost finished my dissertation and done some work arranging the songs I've written for the rock opera. Feel very guilty as there will be at least 15 parts in some songs, and if each bar contains semiquavers (demisemiquavers in some) then that's a maximum of about 2 bars to a page, stretching to theoretically several hundreds of pages for the entire complete score. Oh yeah, and the ol' Music School want everything submitted in duplicate, because one copy's not good enough.
Note to forests: I'm not responsible! Honest!

New Year's Resolutions: (in no particular order)
1. To hunt down whoever writes these idiotic jokes in the crackers and shoot them point blank.
2. Put a golf club through a pikey's car window.
3. Graduate summa cum laude.
4. Become an amazingly successful composer. (This is the same as last year.)

This year I graduate........fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

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