It’s been a busy couple of days. Well, it’s not that I’ve been doing anything useful, just that I’ve not had much time at my pc, and thus not much time to blog. I never thought uni could be this exhilarating nor this knackering. My conversation these days ranges from Barthes’ ideas on the death of the author, to the best way to light farts, which is apparently very dangerous, and is probably responsible for some deaths, including those of authors. Believe it or not, both these subjects cropped up last night, at a party me Steve and Chris attended.

It was a house party, and it was a fairly dull affair. I don’t know why, but some parties have that spark while others just don’t. it’s odd, as if there’s a special secret element which sets off hedonism and madness. People just sat around and talked, and we left for the pub at about half ten.

Nevertheless, this, along with cultural elevation on Friday (which deserves a blog entry unto itself) means that it’s been quite a mad two days. Today, I have some reading to do, which I’ll do in the fresh air.

You know, I’ve never felt quite so alive.