In addition to my usual walking, I did another 2.5 miles or so last night, round trip, for a Halloween Bop (what we folks call a "party") at St. John's College.
Oh wait, there's more.
I did these 2.5 miles barefoot.
Why, you ask?
Because, for the party, I was wearing these shoes:
These are my beautiful ruby slippers. (Well, not exactly slippers. Those are three-inch heels, thankyouverymuch.) Oh, how I love the ruby slippers. And oh, how I curse the ruby slippers. The last time I wore the ruby slippers was two years ago, when Halloween fell on a Friday, and I wore them to teach my class. It wasn't so bad because I got to drive to the Uni and back, and I spent most of the day in my office. But my feet were killing me the rest of the day.
And I thought, for the party, it will be so crowded, we'll all be jammed into one spot anyway, so it won't be too bad, will it? But I forgot one tiny detail: to get to a party in Oxford, you must walk. And these shoes sure as hell are not walking shoes. So I took them off and walked barefoot to the college, wearing holes into the bottom of my tights. (On the way back I put on the socks that I had stuffed into the toes of the shoes to make them fit...but I still had to put the shoes on to walk for a while because we were on some less-than-smooth sidewalks.)
I came home and put the Body Shop footcare gift basket that I had bought last month to good use. And I had to wear slippers for the rest of the night.
But enough complaining. We had an awesome time. It was a fun party, and I was there with fun people.
Oh, and I did get to carve a pumpkin yesterday. It didn't turn out fabulous (my knives were too big), but I'm very happy. If I can find a candle to put in it, I will take a picture.
Happy Halloween!
Cheers,
Kait
So those of you who have known me for a long time know about my eternal struggle with driving directions. I am terrible at giving or receiving driving directions--I don't know street names, route numbers or exit numbers. I don't know where one thing (building/street/town) is in relation to another, I just know them when I see them. And when I get driving directions, I need them to be very specific. Directions that start with "turn left out of your driveway" work best.
It's much better here, for some reason. I know how to get places. I think it's better because when you walk, you go much slower and you pay attention. And if you go too far, or take a wrong turn, it's much easier to stop, look around, and go back. If you miss an exit on the highway, you have to know when to get off next and where to get back on. You can't just stop where you are and turn around. And if you're really lost while walking, it's very easy to just walk inside a building and sit and look at a map, or ask for directions. You can't read a map while you're driving, unless you have one of those funky OnStar things or a passenger who is navegating. But even OnStar makes mistakes, and the passenger may interpret things differently or forget to tell the driver when to turn. (They always say that women shouldn't navegate for men because women read maps differently, and they just get irritated with each other.)
Hang in there, I have a point here.
So now that I have this newfound aptitude for directions, I guess my brain had to make room for this information by kicking something else out.
I can no longer remember people's names.
There are people I've met a month ago, who I see on a regular basis, whose names I cannot remember. I see these people, we have conversations. But God forbid we should run into someone else I know--I don't know how I would handle the introduction.
So that's why you see a lot of photos in my Flickr album that say, "I think?" next to a person's name, or where I've only identified one or two people in the photo. I honestly can't remember the other people's names.
My prof from my undergraduate years used to tell me that I'm not absentminded, I'm just presentminded elsewhere. (I know someone else said that before her, but again, I can't remember the name!)
Truer words have not been said.
G'night y'all,
Kait
As they say on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, all things just keep getting better!
I got my first paper back. I got a 68, which is a 2:1, which is roughly an A- in American terms. Woohoo!!!!!
And then I found out that about 2 1/2 weeks from now, the Duke of Edinburgh (yes, that's right folks, the Queen's husband), will be coming to Catz to open two buildings! Awesome!
As soon as my stuff comes out of the dryer (I didn't finish my laundry yesterday), I will go to the par-tay and celebrate!
Cheers and g'night!
Kait
OK folks, I need your help. I would like to hear from the Americans and the non-Americans, so I can get a good perspective.
I'm going to a party on Wednesday night, and the theme is "National Stereotypes." So everyone is going as a stereotypical person from their home country. I ask you this:
What would you consider to be appropriate attire for a "stereotypical" American?
I know, I know, there are so many different regions that it's hard to pinpoint something. And it's obvious how to act--loud, rude, and ignorant. (Remember that the theme is "stereotypes.")
But what to wear, what to wear?
I was in the MCR tonight and I asked a Brazilian, a German, and two Brits the above question. I got some interesting perspectives:
*sandals, socks, and shorts (Ahh, the American tourist.)
*flipflops, lowrise pants and a hoodie (Typical American college attire. I can do that.)
*the redneck look--I'm thinking jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hat, and a "God Bless the USA" tshirt
*the grunge look (A trip to the Oxfam shop could probably make this work.)
I can also do another country (Mexico...sombrero and tequila...easy!), but I want to take up the challenge of pulling off the American look, especially when I'm in Britain and I left all of my stereotypical American attire at home...
Any suggestions???
Cheers!
Kait
>>Edit, 3:05 p.m., 10/26/05: I bought a cowboy hat (which was amazing because it fit my head and only cost £4.99) and an American flag at a party shop today. I almost bought a red glitter cowboy hat, but it seemed a *bit* much, hehehe...I'm going out now to see if I can find a belt with a big obnoxious buckle. I don't think I can/will buy boots...too expensive and I probably won't wear them again.
Dude.
I'm tired.
I mean, for the past few days, I've done nothing but write this paper. Yesterday, I didn't even leave the college. (I didn't on Friday, either.)
Today I feel like I should do nothing but sleep.
It's stress, I know. My body held me together until I finished the paper, and then it said, "Whoa. Time to relax." So I guess that's what I should do today.
Lecture is cancelled tonight, gracias a Dios. I need to have what my former prof calls "be good to Kaitlin time."
Unfortunately, I also need to do laundry. I am down to nothing but skirts and pajamas. I'm not even sure if I have something to wear to go to the laundry room to do laundry. That's how severe the current laundry situation is. And I guess I need to go to buy washing powder, because I'm down to 3 packs of tablets, and that's not going to be enough.
So I guess my schedule for the day is starting to fall into place.
Anyone else want postcards? The offer still stands. Email me and give me your address!
Peace out!
Kait
144 words to go and I am done with my first Oxford paper.
Will somebody start a wave? Or at least a cheering section? I think I need it.
See you at the finish line...
>>Edit, 10:17 p.m., 10/24/05: Just need to type up the Works Cited, and I'm done!!!! Woohoo!!!!
I had a number of post ideas for today, but I thought it would be fun to do a meme. I got this one from Snidget, who was the person I spoiled for the last round of Spoil-a-Blogger.
Here we go:
7 things I plan to do before I die :
1. See all 50 states
2. Get a PhD
3. Write a book
4. Master the guitar
5. Learn how to decorate cakes
6. Travel Europe
7. Either learn how to sew or own a Porsche
7 things I can do:
1. speak Spanish
2. Lift 250 lbs. with my legs
3. use a microwave ;)
4. pick out pretty good birthday presents
5. make a bed using only flat sheets (former job skill)
6. administer a drug test (also a former job skill)
7. build a webpage in Notepad using HTML
7 things I cannot do:
1. eat olives or grapes because they look like eyes
2. ice skate
3. cook (although I wish I could)
4. paint my own nails
5. stand up on a moving bus or train
6. wear high heels for a long time (they KILL my feet)
7. listen to the sound of someone's feet shuffling on a carpet (gives me the shivers)
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1. SHINY SHOES
2. hair
3. intelligence
4. sense of humor
5. respectful
6. life goals (must have some)
7. lack of neediness
7 things that I say most often:
1. awesome
2. blibbedy blah blah blah
3. social amenity
4. It's not my fault
5. Was ist los contigo?
6. Hold on, let me take a picture!
7. like (unfortunately)
7 celebrity crushes:
1. Alejandro Sanz
2. Ricky Martin
3. The Croatian doctor on ER
4 and 5. The Phelps twins from Harry Potter
6. Zeppo Marx
7. Carlos Ponce
¡Por fin, es sábado!
Tengo que terminar ese ensayo para el lunes, pero tengo como 2/3 escrito entonces no será muy difícil. Siempre tengo dificultades con el primer ensayo del año porque no sé lo que está buscando el instructor. Pero no me puedo quejar, mi supervisor es muy simpatico y sé que me va a ayudar.
Anoche fue la segunda “cena de invitados” del MCR. No fue tan formal como la primera, pero en total una noche muy linda. No me quedé mucho en el MCR después, pues tenía mucho sueño y me dolía el estómago. (Creo que fue por culpa de los nervios, pues me estaba preocupando todo el día sobre el ensayo y la reunión con mi supervisor.) Saqué algunas fotos, y cuando tengo un poquito de espacio en Flickr las voy a postear.
No sé si ya os lo conté, pero la mayoría de los estudiantes postgraduados aquí estudian derechos (law). Me dió cuenta anoche de que será útil conocer a estas personas, pues si tengo problemas en Europa (en Grecia o Alemania en particular) voy a tener contacto con muchos abogados, jejeje…
¡¡¡Hoy voy a ir de compras!!! Será divertido poder ir y comprar cosas que quiero y no solamente porque las necesito (como ropa y zapatos, por ejemplo…jejeje). Quizás debo empezar a pensar en los regalos que voy a comprar para la Navidad, pues no voy a pasar 2 meses en Inglaterra sin comprar regalos aquí para mis amigos y familia…
Y de nuevo tengo que lavar la ropa este finde blahhhhhhh…no me gusta hacerlo porque es muy caro, tarda mucho, y los secadores casi no valen la pena porque tengo que secar la ropa dos veces blahhhhhhh
Pues me voy ahora, a empezar el día.
¡Qué tengáis un buen día!
Kait
So today when I was out trying to "salir sin ser notada," I decided to tote the camera along with me and take a few pictures of the college. I'm pretty happy with how they came out. Some of the trees have lost most of their leaves already, and I regret not having taken photos a bit sooner. But some spots, especially the ones overlooking the river, are still green and quite nice.
I also took photos of my room (again, while it was in a relative state of cleanliness), and of the rugby team playing outside my window. (I'm not even sure if it was our team, though...)
I am 100% out of bandwidth for the month on Flickr. (I used it up posting some of my blurry Christ Church photos--have a looky!) So I can't post the lovely photos for a few weeks. Hang in there, folks!
Srta. Onufrey: I did not go to the club tonight. It was too cold and I did not have suitable attire. I stayed home and worked on the paper. I will go next time, I promise!
Son casi las 2 de la mañana. Me estoy muriendo de cansancio. Quiero hacer algo divertido este finde, quizás irme de compras para encontrar esos ZAPATOS de SALVACIÓN, jejeje…de verdad no necesito nada, pero será divertido poder llevar algo cuando regreso a los EE.UU. en diciembre y poder decir, “yo compré este [nosequé] en Inglaterra.”
Tenía algo más para contaros, pero ahora lo tengo olvidado.
A dormir a dormir a dormirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
¡Besos!
>>Edit, 9:59 a.m., 10/21/05: In case you folks were wondering, this is Lori and here are the cats she shoots.
Edward Monkton cracks me up. I don't get a lot of his stuff, but I still find it very funny.
A lot of shops sell his artwork here. I wonder if he's from nearby, or if he's British? I've never seen his stuff in the US.
Some of my favorites of his include the HANDBAG of GLORY, the BEAUTIFUL FROCK, and the SHOE of SALVATION, which is below:
I wish I could find shoes like that. Beauty! Truth! Salvation! For £19.99 or less!
Time to get ready for lit theory blahhhhhh
Peace out!
Kait
After 16 days at this college and three weeks in this country, I finally found a microwave! Yay! It is located in the lovely and wonderful MCR.
Since my cooking skills are nonexistent, this will increase my ability to eat non-crappy food tremendously. It will also improve my ability to make tea, since my tea-making skills are primarily microwave-based.
I also found out that there is an oven a few staircases down. Maybe I'll buy that cake mix I saw at the Covered Market, and make a cake.
OK, after I cook this delicious "serve hot or cold" quiche lorraine from Sainsbury's, I will get back to work.
Cheers!
Kait
>>Edit, 10:49 p.m., 10/18/05: The quiche was awesome. Mathias showed me how to use the microwave. It is much better to eat something cooked than to eat cold sandwiches all the time!
When I went to the Modern Languages graduate orientation, Professor Parish, who is the director of graduate studies and also happens to have an office in my staircase, offered us this profound thought:
"There is a direct correlation between writing a thesis and a thesis being written."
Truer words have not been said.
I have been pro-cra-sti-na-ting like nobody's business for the past two days. I have accomplished the following productive activities:
*Checking my email and snail mail. The latter involves walking all the way over to the lodge and then back.
*Cleaning out my entire closet, which means taking everything out and putting everything back in. This was actually very rewarding.
*Boxing up stuff to send home.
*Writing 4 postcards.
*Reading every damn blog on my blogroll.
*Commenting on about 10 of the aforementioned blogs.
*Updating my Flickr page.
*Getting a refund from last night's dryer incident, when I paid £1 and the dryer didn't work. Also involved walking all the way to the lodge and then back.
*Calling my parents.
But seriously, I did go check out three useful books in the library today, I finished my laundry last night, and my room has reached a reasonable level of cleanliness. So I guess those are good things.
Hmmm...write the paper, or read Piled High and Deeper?
I'll let you guess how this will end up.
Wow.
If I were home teaching this semester, I would have had to deal with this.
Yep! Floods! I am from the Northeast, which is the region that was hit with all this. Actually, I think this is the lot where I usually park my car. Some people actually got caught in the waters and had to be rescued.
It has been raining there nonstop for days. (I don't know if it stopped yet.) And yet here, the country known for rain, it almost never rains. Weird.
Well, for those of you under water at the U of H, I wish you the best of luck!
Cheers and stay dry!
Kait
...do laundry? (Yesterday's laundry trip sucked, as half the machines were in use and the other half were broken. Oh yeah, and there were the stupid people who leave their stuff in the machine forever and in the way of everyone else. Gotta love it.)
...take a nap? (I'm tired.)
...start the paper? (3,000 words for Friday at 5:00 p.m. on "Images of Darkness and Light in St. John of the Cross' Dark Night.")
...go pay for Friday's guest dinner? (Yep, signed up again, but this time it's not Black Tie.)
...blog about the weekend? (I still owe you some posts about recent happenings.)
Hmmm.
>>Edit, 5:23 p.m., 10/17/05: Paid for Friday's dinner. Took a nap. Now going to do laundry, because I no longer have any white socks.
Today I went to brunch at the famous Christ Church College with some of the other Catz MCR (graduate) folks. This is among the largest and wealthiest and fanciest of the Oxford colleges. You may have heard how scenes from Harry Potter were filmed there.
We didn't have to pay to go in because we were Oxford students (well, this was a sneaky bit of business, but anyway, we didn't have to pay to go in). We had brunch in the amazing hall, and then afterward we did a bit of exploring. We went to their Cathedral, and then took a stroll around their meadows down to the River Thames to watch people who were rowing. The weather was magnificent, considering we are on the late side of October. A perfect Fall day. (I can't post my pics just yet because I'm running out of bandwidth for the month on Flickr. But please enjoy my matriculation pics in the meantime!)
Even though I have to clean my room and do laundry and read now, I still think it was a good day.
I am very lucky to be here.
A question to my fellow academics out there.
Have you ever taken a class with a professor who happened to be a leading scholar in your field, and you end up citing this person in your papers/presentations? Isn't it weird when you have to do that?
I had my tutorial yesterday with my supervisor, who happens to be a leading scholar in the study of Spanish mysticism and St. John of the Cross. So yesterday was a little "let's see how you can do with this stuff" talk, and I had to talk about what I found. And I had to keep saying things like, "As you said in The Poet and the Mystic, blabiddy blah blah blah." It felt kinda surreal.
I guess it must feel even weirder when you write a scholarly article and cite yourself...
Today is Matriculation. Funny outfits and Latin speeches. Details to follow this afternoon!
Cheers,
Kait
Now, you may have read my recent post where I noted that we are served wine at lectures, and I said, "so that's where my tuition is going." Well, let me tell you where I hope my tuition is going - to pay the amazing people known as the scouts.
Scouts are what the Oxford people call housekeepers. And they don't just empty the garbage bins and mop the floors. Sometimes, if you're really nice, your scout will clean your room for you.
I'm serious about this!!!!!
Lately, I've been doing my own thing. I opted out of the linen service and use my own sheets. I change my own garbage bags (I've been recycling my shopping bags this way). And the other day I borrowed the vacuum so I could do my own floor.
Today I asked if I could borrow the vacuum again. She said, "Oh, I can do it." Well, when I returned, not only did she vacuum, she also dusted, cleaned my sink area (I'm very lucky to have a sink--not all first years get one), and MADE MY BED.
That is why, dear friends, Sue RAWKS.
Peace out!
Me
...maybe I should tell you why I *heart* Russian Formalism.
When I looked at the schedule (or "timetable" or "shed-yool" as they say o'er here) for the Literary Theory lecture, it looked scary. Russian Formalism? What on earth was that, and how would it help me understand St. John of the Cross?
Well, I went to the lecture today, and...it was the same stuff I teach my undergraduates on the first days of class!!!!!
Sometimes I forget that these things are all connected. I never thought I would use some of the things I learned in my Master's program in Communication, but I am. Wacky.
Back to work. G'night!
Kait
>>Edit, 12:23 a.m., 10/14/05: How quickly do you think my undergraduates will drop my winterterm class if I refer to it as "Russian Formalism" when I teach it to them??? ;)
A lot of stuff happened this evening, so I want to get it all in writing before I forget!
The feminist theory lecture was boring. I'm not going back to many more of those--except for one on Language and Feminism which takes place in November.
We got an email yesterday asking for people to run for positions on the Joint Consultative Committee for the Modern Language Faculty--which means that we would serve as liasons between the students and faculty, and communicate student concerns to the faculty. It turns out that the meeting for this was at the same time as the graduate Spanish seminar. I wrote to the person who sent the email and told her this, and expressed my concern that the Spanish program would not be properly represented on the committee. She said she understood, but that it was the only time they could get for this meeting.
Well get this. I get back to my room tonight, and find out via email that I've been elected to the committee! I am the new Sub-Faculty Graduate Representative for Spanish, so any grad students in Spanish who have issues come to me. I feel pretty damn important--Sub-Faculty Graduate Representative for Spanish on the Modern Languages Joint Consultative Committee at Oxford. Cool.
Anyway, in between was the seminar. It was fun. The speaker tonight talked about costume in Lope de Vega's El Perro del Hortelano, and compared scenes from that with scenes from one of Madonna's concert tours. Awesome. It reminded me of my grad classes in Communication.
But let me tell you how these seminars work. They're about 90 minutes to two hours, and here's the breakdown:
*Someone presents a paper.
*We have cocktail time. I'm not joking! They actually pass out free alcohol for everyone.
*Then we have question and answer time.
So that's where my tuition money is going...
After the seminar tonight, one of the profs invited me and some of the other grad students to join him for dinner. We went out for pizza at a nice pizza place and had a lovely time. (I've been DYING for pizza!) It was great because I found out that there is a Golden Age Spanish reading group, so I signed my sorry butt up for that as fast as I could.
When I came for orientation, someone said that it's a good idea to build up a network of colleagues when you study here. I'm finally starting to do that, and it feels good.
I meant to update this blog with some posts I had on my other blog, but I'm running out of free time. I guess I'll do another Oxford Observations post soon...
Hope all is well with everyone. Cheers!
Kait
PS: I'm doing postcards! Anyone want one? Send me an email and let me know!
...not like I'm an expert or anything, but I thought you would want to know how the classes work around here. It's completely different from the American system.
We don't "register" here, nor do we have to take a certain number of "credits." Also, undergraduates don't have to take gen ed courses like chemistry or things like that. You just do what you need to do and you're done.
My course is a one-year Master's Degree, but it functions pretty much the same way as the other graduate-level humanities degrees (the two-year courses and the DPhils--what we call a PhD--just take more classes). I have a "supervisor," and he assigns me readings and papers and we meet on a semi-regular basis. The amount of times a student meets with a supervisor varies according to the needs of each person, and probably the amount of students "reading" for that degree. (That's what they call it here.) My degree program is very small, and my specialization is very specific (the mystic poetry of St. John of the Cross), so I meet with him one-on-one.
At the end of each term, I submit a portfolio of papers to a committee to be graded. While my supervisor does submit grades, it is up to the committee of examiners to decide how I do. I submit a portfolio of about 3 papers, about 9-10,000 words total.
We are also required to attend lectures (basically very small and very specific courses), but we do not register for the course, and it is up to us to decide how many lectures to attend. They only meet for an hour a week (sometimes two). I've chosen five that I want to attend this term--three graduate lectures and two undergraduate lectures:
*Graduate seminar in Literary Theory
*Graduate Spanish research seminar (basically a forum for students to present works in progress)
*Graduate seminar in Feminist Theory
*Undergraduate seminar on the Quijote.
*Undergraduate seminar on Cervantes' novels other than the Quijote.
I might try to find some Theology lectures too. I don't know if I'll keep up with the feminist theory one, but I think it will be good for my PhD program.
So that's about it for now. Time to start the day.
Cheers!
Kait
Oh, hell yeah.
My room here overlooks a field, which was, until today, empty. But now, there is a delightful new change...
the men's rugby teams are practicing.
Well, there goes my concentration for the afternoon...
Go team go!
I've been waiting to post this story, but I don't know why I keep forgetting to do it.
A few days after I arrived at the college, I was in town over at Cornmarket Street having lunch at McDonald's. I didn't have my Internet connection yet, so I paid £1 to use their Internet there for 30 minutes. So I got my sandwich (some kind of chicken sandwich they don't have in the US--not bad, but too much BBQ sauce), I sat down, and I ate while surfing the Internet.
I had about 12 minutes left, when all of a sudden, this guy sits down next to me. (The Internet seats are all in a row, like at a bar.) He was big and dirty and had horrible teeth. And he smelled awful. I was about to throw up. I wondered if he was homeless. Well anyway, he picks up my USED TISSUE that was on my tray and starts using it himself. I shut down the Internet as fast as I could (I didn't use up all my minutes), and got the hell out of there.
I know that story was gross, but I haven't been able to tell anyone yet. And now I did.
Cheers!
Kait
Thoughts that have passed through my head on my first four days in England:
1.) Why is everyone so quiet here? Not that it’s a bad thing. Everyone is so polite. But it makes me feel like a big loud rude American. I’ve been saying, “I’m sorry?” quite a bit.
2.) What is the deal with foreigners and weird flavors of chips crisps? I’ve seen roast chicken, mature cheddar and onion, prawn cocktail, and honey roasted ham. But sour cream and onion? BBQ flavored? Noooo, sorry.
3.) Frosted Flakes are called “Frosties” o’er here.
4.) Buns are called baps.
5.) The city is much smaller than I expected. I keep running into people I met on the plane. And I ran into a girl who went to school in teeny old Connecticut, like I did. She happened to be on my tour.
6.) There are so many Americans here! 57% of the graduate students are foreigners, and of that number, 690 are Americans. And let’s not forget undergraduates and other expats as well.
7.) Certain British words make me giggle. Like “cheeky” and “saucy minx” and “jolly good” and “ice lollies.”
8.) Am I the only person majoring in literature over here?
9.) It is so weird to be in buildings that existed before the United States even existed.
10.) And it is even weirder to notice that the aforementioned buildings now house a Nokia store and a KFC.
11.) I can’t understand British English as well as I thought. But watching so many episodes of “Changing Rooms” and “Cash in the Attic” did help.
12.) “The Bill” rocks!!!
13.) Speaking of Bills, did you know that Bill Clinton “didn’t inhale” in Oxford?
14.) And the Australian prime minister broke a Guinness world record for drinking 2 ½ pints of beer in like 11 minutes.
15.) I really need to learn to look LEFT first when crossing the street.
16.) It is really weird to buy something that costs about $8 and be able to pay in nothing but coins.
17.) I *heart* the Body Shop. The Body Shop is a British invention, after all, and they do it soooo much better here than in the States.
18.) Speaking of which, why don’t we call it “the States” when we are in the States? Only foreigners call it that. And even though I am American, I never thought to call it anything else but “the States” while I have been here.
19.) Very few people own cars. Right now, I am staying on a street that doesn’t allow cars.
20.) And when people do have cars, they are teeny. Mini Coopers. Smart cars. Even the SUVs are kinda teeny. And no, there are no minivans, Lincoln Towncars, or pickup trucks.
21.) I’m glad I went overboard on packing clothes. I would NOT want to pay $100 for a pair of “on sale” pants here!!!
22.) But don’t be fooled—there are a few cool cheap places here.
23.) Yes, I’ve bought a purse already, for a very low £8. I expect it to fall apart next week.
24.) My umbrella fell apart the day I got here.
25.) Gas is about 93.9 pence a liter. I have no idea what that means. Would someone please do the math and get back to me?
26.) The news right now is all about how Kate Moss does cocaine and someone shouted the word “Bunk” at Tony Blair. Oh yeah, and the Rita floods. I can’t remember much else.
27.) I need to get used to walking an hour to get somewhere!!!
I think that’s it for now. More to come soon!
Cheers,
Kait
