uni

Did three years at Uni seem to fly by for anyone else?!

They are honestly the best years of your life

celebs

Added someone to my celebrity spot list today. The list is growing. It's all very exciting.

Matt Allwright
The Corrs
Jon Snow
Michael Buerk

in the sky

I saw a shooting star on Friday. It was more exciting than I thought it would be.

sausages

There’s something that cracks me up:

Every morning I walk past a hut on the side of the road that sells sausages. It’s called… wait for it… ‘The Sausage Hut’. Just can’t help but laugh! Admittedly, the name describes exactly what it is. It’s a hut that sells sausages.

weekly update

Last weekend I popped to Portsmouth to enjoy a night in the Union with Kester, Matt and Hannah which was (already hyped to be a good night) turned into an even better night when it turned out that the DJ was quite a whiz with the decks.
Also managed to make an appearance at the rowing club to witness the rowing induction for the new year. It was then that I realised how much I miss the rowing club, but at least Kester can keep the dream alive for the Margate house.

The rest of the week has been fairly standard. On Sunday night I popped to see Alice to wish her good luck in her new job; I know she will be great at it, but it’s sad not having her close by in London.
Mark moved into ‘The Nest’ this week as well as having another fellow Bury St Edmunds member sleeping on the couch has made the flat a lot busier than it was last week when I was the only one there!

After mine and Marks debut run through Dulwich, we have decided to join the local running club to show them a thing or two, so that should be quite interesting and hopefully get to meet some people from the area. And furthermore on a fitness note, Mark has installed a pull-up bar in the flat, just as you enter the kitchen, so the rule is no pull-up equals no entry.

JT

the nest

Finally moved into our new flat in Forest Hill last weekend. There’s just something about it that feels so homely; it’s truly a nice warm place to be. It’s probably best summed up by the name of the house ‘The Nest’.
Some what of a coincidence, I moved into the flat on the same weekend I moved to uni exactly four years ago.

Forest Hill itself is not a bad area, has a villagy feel, but with that it lacks much nightlife… consists of several independent bars, some really nice looking restaurants which I have yet to try and a Wetherspoons.

The commute to work has also been shortened as mentioned before. I can now comfortably get up at 7.30 and be at work by 8.30. I can also now be at home by 6pm, leaving me with the evening free to do things, unlike before when I was still on a train until nearly 8pm!

I’m looking forward to the winter now so I can wrap up warm in layers for the walk to the station and also I can start doing some late night runs when it’s cold outside.

I like winter.

security checks

I was meant to write about this a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t until last night that I remembered. I was talking to Alice about the security checks that are being done for her new job and I was saying how stringent the checks were that I went through… well kind of.

For my new job I had to go through checks for the FSA, which are fairly stringent to stop fraudulent activities etc. Well the external company employed by my employer to undertake this task seemed to do so quite quickly. Within only a few hours of providing them with the details about my history and personal referees they had already contacted them.

However they started to phone me up quite regularly quizzing me about my gap year and also querying my A Levels results, as they couldn’t get in touch with my old sixth form due to it being summer holidays. Anyway, they phoned me up once again and asked me to fax copies of all my certificates and my passport stamps to prove I had been where I said I was in my gap year. I said I would, but I didn’t. I had honestly forgotten.
The following week, another consultant from the firm phoned me again requesting all the information and even followed up the phone call with an email, to which I responded acknowledging my delay in faxing the information. – These phone calls had started to become quite annoying by now.

Well the end of the story is, I still have yet to fax any information and they have stopped contacting me AND I still have my job.

I would like to point out that I actually don’t have anything to hide. I’m just a tad lazy.

X-Factor II

X-Factor gets better every week. I didn't know there were so many people who *thought* they could sing. Shame the auditions have finished, that's the only good bit of the show; watching people making birks of themselves.

X-Factor was always a cult evening at Uni, everyone (including our house) used to delay going out in the evening just to watch it. Just isn't the same watching it mum and dad.