Classes start tomorrow and a recent re-examination of the budget reveals that I badly need to get a job if I'm going to make it through the entire year with groceries in the fridge, so with this I may finally be caught up for a while on the backlog of pics I've been meaning to post. (I.e., social life = voluntary screeching halt) (for at least a week, anyway ;)
Shaun covered the final night of Freshers Week fairly well, so I won't bother to repeat. (Would have been infinitely more entertaining shots if my camera batteries hadn't konked on the way to the bar.)
Thursday night we went to 42nd Street, a legendary Manc nightclub not to be confused with 5th Ave, and yes I find the paired New York references quite amusing. (Though the Europeans apparently find *me* quite amusing; I've been teased by no less than 5 people now about my style of dance. Mystery was somewhat solved at 42's when Jay explained that I dance like a "typical American." (Or rather, a TV-stereotypical American...)
"No really -- I can't believe it. I feel like I'm at the Bronze."
Well, if I'm going to be mocked, at least I'm in good company ;)
(Using Flickr for these cuz there's no way in hell I'm going to upload them all individually to TypePad...)
Yeah.
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