It was the best show yet. Now a short but highly interesting review of the evening; we arrived with 1.5 hours before the doors open and were in the first like 80 people there. If you phone ahead and say you are coming from afar you get to go right up to the front...so i'll be doing that next time.
It was quite warm and we had chips to eat as we waited anyway so it was fine. The lady came and asked whether we had our tickets and we did. Then a security guy checked our bags. Then we meandered past lots of bronze hand prints which was interesting Davina mccall has big hands, ant and dec have girly hands.....I could continue (this is the kinda info everyone wants) but I wont!.
We got in there at 7:15 ish and at 7:30 it all began. Basically after the warm up the guys are just left to talk and make jokes. It was quite even but I would say Paul was funnier with his mad randomness. (He wins the game you know!) The presenter was the guy from 8 out of 10 cats so that was quite cool. It was mostle about the Labour government this week and obviously the can make sooo many jokes about all that. All in all it took 3 hours to film it!! but that was fine cos its like an institution and I had a really good view of them. Now pictures: 1.Hand prints 2.The empty studio 3. ok (1)=Ian Hislop (2)=that liberty woman (3)= the presenter (4)=Paul Merton, his guest was hiding behind him.
You all should come to some of these...i'm going to see QI, The Kumars, and Dead ringers. Should be fun!
Well prepared to be wowed (or not) by my tales of the happenings at this years LM. First the basics; the LINKS station I was assigned to was at the 24th mile mark, so by the time they reached us the runners were looking pretty rough. It was also the wettest day in the history of the world. Us girlies wear this kinda hat, and I had to empty the brim constantly cos of the drips. Lovely Paul, myself and two girls from essex were in our foot patrol and it was brill fun.
OK although I was being profesional at all times I did meet some celebs. Highlights were: Gordon Ramsey-I helpfully yelled 'keep going', Stephen Redgrave-He was walking and so didn't deserve cheering, All the elite runners-too quick to shout at, Rebbecca Loo's-who I gave some vaseline to, which she smeared under her arm-pits (now there IS a claim to fame).
Now before I go on I must explain, running is sooo not glamourours and 'certain things rub' Vaseline is smeared on armpits, legs, nipples, and yes even in that area! Things were going great, you stand with a rubber glove on and a big gluey clump of vaseline on the end, the runners then grab a bit and smear accordingly. Then a man stopped and asked for some, I helpfully heald the tub out but he then said "can you apply it", so I had to......IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS-ewww. Although I have to say he had v big thigh muscles.
Ahh the next part of our job was to help those in need......of a leg massage. Basically they got cramp in their legs and it was our job to apply baby oil and rub their legs rigoursly to loosen the muscles. Not a bad job...most of the legs were lovely.
Policemen.....what can I say, they are just so much nicer to you when you are in uniform. They treat you like one of them. I even got a tea.
The last point was vomit. I saved vomiting Robin batman just kept running! After sitting mrs Robin down and giving her a bit of water she got right up and chased after batman...another person hapiliy treated.
It was an 11 hour duty and I was soooooooooooo tired, but I treated loads and got some cool freebies.
Well first lets clear something up.........I AM STILL A PATHOLOGIST! they accepted my offer (even tho it was lateish)
Sausage (dumpling, squidgy-kins, sonja) is ill, she has been mauled by something (maybe a car, or fox or cat orr shot gun.) She may have broken bones and everything.
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guess what, my pathology acceptance has got lost by FUCKIN royal mail and we only realised today when the deadline has already gone. I am so screwed I feel like crying. To make matters worse I just rejected my immunology place at UCL so I now have to go and do clinics for a year. I hate life its just bollocks really.
Not wishing to make you think i'm even wierder that before, I had ANOTHER dream last night. I think its not wanting to go back to London. This one I was sitting an exam, and there were a big stack of collpsable tall chairs now to make this story possible I will now show a pretty picture of the chairs:
Ok chair one is the normal chair which everyone else had and chair 2 was the one this other person got when they came in late after me. The third one I got when I came in, and you know when you don't want to move incase it breaks, well thats what it was like. Thinking about it now, I was actually sitting on two chair legs (i'm not sure how that works in real life but it did in the dream. I also had my red monkey bag with me.
I have mended my london shoes (see philippas blog) they are ready to go, but my hand did get stuck to the superglue bottle. Off to run around before tea. See you.
I shall tell you my dream I had last night. Ok Me and Phil had just been shopping, I had bought the Mail on Sunday which came with free ties (but these ones had poppers on) I was really excited about the one with a satelite on. Then we went to the canteen for dinner. While I was paying for my food a tall guy in a red puffer jacket came and stole 2quid off me. He went and sat down with some people from St John. I was distraught and started crying (even though he was right there across the room), phil and my other friends asked the staff at the canteen if they had CCTV footage of the 'incident' (the actuall words!). They said no. I decided I needed to be alone and went outside the canteen into the supermarket I went to the section selling blood sucking birds and took some feathers from them, then I went into the potted plant section but decided at the last minute that I didn't need a plant because I had feathers. I then found that at the end of each isle was a room from the University halls of residence and wanting to leave I walked out of the halls of residence. In order to leave (down some steps) I had to answer a question form this random guy, he asked my "what is my (as in his) favourite type of chineese food?" I answered "sweet and sour" and that was wrong. I then told him that I was just visiting a friend and that I didn't live in the halls. He then said I could leave so I climbed under the electric cable and walked down some steps, where I found my brown belt. I then walked through a gap in a fence then I don't remeber much else.
Now say I am sane!!
Incedently I only remember this because pete woke me up and I told him this while still half asleep. He then re-jigged mi memory to it!.
I am just before Victoria Embankment for the Marathon so look out for me!K im off to see Arsenal vs Villareal on Wed.
WOOOOO Easter! Jesus rose from the dead, and I had chocolate AND chicken (not at the same time). I was naughty and bought Peter an AMAZING Easter prezzie: ITS A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. It was dead cheap so I bought it and it was FAB (although pete is still eating all that choccie!)
YES my ardent fans, it is true. Recieved in the post this wintery morning was my offer to be a Pathologist at Queen Mary's next year! They are the cantre for Bird flu. So if your nice to me it'll be Tamiflu for all (although my parents want the first batch)! Also I am at station 4.8 in the London marathon with the ULU posse!! So it is gonna be brill (Look out for me i'm wearing a hat! Wooooo life is exciting! Yummy chineesssseee yesterday even if we were hideously ignoored! Text me phil/melissa/edgar (I know he loves me the most!). Look at the snow. Its just gone mad right now. When I was driving home last night it was like this mad electrical storm, then this morning its like this.
I got 4 HIGNFY tickets! its very exciting. They sold out in like 1 hour. Well not really sold out cos they were free!!!. I still have an injured foot which I will show you all later (I know your gagging to see it!) and I have been submitted for the FAW course at St John! Meaning that hopefully soon I will be able to supervise all the dumb-ass ECS people. BUT NO BLOODY WORD FROM THE EXPERIMENTAL PATHOLOGY WOMAN-bitch!
Hehe I have sucessfully driven my dad slightly nutty recently over this highly important topic, but here is the proof it is actually feasible:
Already have ~500 Will get ~1000 by a slightly dodgy (but not illegal) means That leaves ~3500 to get, which is more likely to be round £3000 Which I will get over Summer.
Job done.
Oh the M word is mini, by the way; like this pretty one here (which is only 1,000 on a well known internet auction site!:
Well here you are Deb-a-doodle bug, I have a piccy of peter and of Tony Robinson. He was such a funny if slightly over excited little man. What was almost AS funny as him were all his little grupees (and by little I mean elephant sized women-Dr Bender would have a nutritional field day there) who laughed at EVERYTHING. But we even got his Autograph (twice) and this slightly blurred picture of him with peter. (I think we may be turning into grupees ourselves).
Also I AM GOING TO ARSENAL FOR THE CL SEMI FINALS!!. So you have to look out for me on TV. QM are taking the piss though. They still hav'nt replied!
