Now, today has been a rather odd day (aren’t they all?). Firstly, Middlesbrough scored four goals again to progress to the UEFA Cup Final… well done… you bastards! I’m chuffed for you, but don’t start goading, it doesn’t suit you!
I also went to a presentation offered by the CPRS (Centre for Physical and Recreational Sport (or something like that)). There were emails and flyers across the School. Those in attendance were myself, Dave Walshaw, Nick Proukakis and Oli King. And the director of the CPRS. I was the only student. No matter. The presentation was ok. I must admit that the Centre is impressive, and for those with a particular niche, there is a lot on offer, and the presentation was reassuring in that for those people, they will be well looked-after and their performances enhanced. However, for the lard-arses out there (and the one in here), we have to feel pretty neglected. I was going to confront the director with this point, but someone beat me to it with a point of their own. I needed to sort out my pre-registration, which - apparently - I did wrong. So then I left.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a weird day on reflection. It was just more eventful than usual. I had (very) brief conversations with David, Colin, Andy, Shell and Nix - but still no Chris. I tried pissing him off, but strangely that didn’t work…