Listening to:Moment's Notice, John Coltrane
Thinking of:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." Det. Graham Waters, Crash (2004)
As the sun spread its rays today, an agreement was made with the clouds to stay away. Needless to say, it was a gorgeous day and when warm gorgeous days occur in England, the barbeque will spring up. But seriously, the tutors and wardens organised a barbeque for the Heronbank folks who are still around.
The Cryfield Pavillion was the place of choice and a brilliant choice it was as well. A couple of not so burnt pieces of chicken, ribs and sausages in addition to drinks and games. Having it done professionaly meant that little could go wrong, but it also meant that the food isn't great, it was good... but greatness eluded it (besides the ribs... that, was great!).
The Forces of the Underworld took to the field and came out the conquerers of MBA, Enemy and Friends. Basically postgraduates took a couple of hours out of their dissertation time to come out and play... Volleyball, football, ultimate frisby and Tug o' War. Well, as the earth turns on its axis, its once again time to say goodbye to the friendly rays of sun as the moon takes it turn to light our paths back from the Learning Grid to the path where a bottle of wine awaits. (Note: Winners Only ;))
Thinking of:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." Det. Graham Waters, Crash (2004)
As the sun spread its rays today, an agreement was made with the clouds to stay away. Needless to say, it was a gorgeous day and when warm gorgeous days occur in England, the barbeque will spring up. But seriously, the tutors and wardens organised a barbeque for the Heronbank folks who are still around.
The Cryfield Pavillion was the place of choice and a brilliant choice it was as well. A couple of not so burnt pieces of chicken, ribs and sausages in addition to drinks and games. Having it done professionaly meant that little could go wrong, but it also meant that the food isn't great, it was good... but greatness eluded it (besides the ribs... that, was great!).
The Forces of the Underworld took to the field and came out the conquerers of MBA, Enemy and Friends. Basically postgraduates took a couple of hours out of their dissertation time to come out and play... Volleyball, football, ultimate frisby and Tug o' War. Well, as the earth turns on its axis, its once again time to say goodbye to the friendly rays of sun as the moon takes it turn to light our paths back from the Learning Grid to the path where a bottle of wine awaits. (Note: Winners Only ;))
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