Joy!

There is a certain pleasure to be had in starting a blog entry whilst not having the slightest idea what to write. So I shall begin:

Today, despite having no lectures, I ventured in to University with homework and laptop in tow, in an attempt to pretend to do work whilst socialising with other people. The reality of it was this: I did lots of work, and suffered from a profound lack of social interaction. How disappointing. This was remedied, however, when I dragged myself to my feet and slowly made my way over to a WIF committee meeting, which was a little bit pointless for myself at that time. It was here that we decided to go for ramen, and then to a pub in order to start enjoying life after most of it had been drained by the mindless boredom associated with committee meetings.

Ramen: A cheap substitute for actual food. Comprised of nothing more than a soupy oil (or oily soup?) and noodles, covered in cheap meat and sliced green onion. Yay... It is a shame that when the concept of ramen was invented, they forgot to invent flavour to put in it (or at least in this rendition). Copious amounts of pepper and whatever condiments I had to hand later, I had managed to create a half-decent pepper and pickled ginger noodle dish. Which I then couldn't finish. Then I didn't get the discount offer I thought I was getting, because I had paid MORE to add more meat to my dish. So I had to pay MORE on top of the extra meat. What I rip-off! But when you are only charging small fees for bad food, you have to cheat your money from the customers through other methods. I mean, you don't really get a choice when you go to pay, do you? Unless you kick up a fuss...and what Englishman would do that in a foreign country without feeling bad about it? (Actually, that was a poor question, considering our generation of Spanish holiday-makers and six-children families living solely off of benefits).

It was then that we proceeded to an English-style pub, where we met up with some more friends, already midway through their drinking festa! How great, I thought, to come to an English pub. But there was something wrong with the picture...and I couldn't quite place i...AH YES! I remember! There was cigarette smoke hanging in the air, and Major League Baseball playing on the screens. And as if that wasn't enough, there were the football kits of numerous rival teams hung up on the walls around the pub. This was no English pub! It was a fake!

But then the prices of the drinks brought me crashing back to the illusion of England. E-X-P-E-N-S-I-V-E.

In fact, despite the good atmosphere and the drinks (of which I could afford only one), the most fun I had was on the way back to my dormitory. The talk was...strange, but interesting, though I shan't divulge the details in my blog.

Well, I hope that this entry has had a more personal feel to it. I assure you that I shan't make the same mistake twice, and my dry commentary on everyday life shall return to normal. Or as normal as I can make it...