Wednesday 29 September 2010

Just Help Yourself

I was walking home from the High Street, after completing my errands of:

  • Sending a Chemical Engineering book to someone off Amazon,
  • Going into Natwest to tell them that I will still be a student for the next four years,
  • Donating some of the items from my room that no one in their right mind would pay for (I was nervous going into the charity shop that they would reject my items, meaning I would have to beat an embarrassing retreat; so much so that I forgot to hand over some of the items in my bag and had to go into Marie Curie as well).
Just after I passed the fire station I saw a box of evergreen-looking twigs, sitting on the edge of a front garden wall. As I got closer I saw the accompanying sign, which read:

ROSEMARY
Please Help Yourself
To ROSEMARY
Cuttings

This struck me as a very neighbourly thing to do, and made me feel very happy about the world. I can only aim to one day be as generous as the rosemary lady of Belmont Road.

I hope all Nina of you that reads this will endeavour to share your rosemary cuttings with the world over the coming days and weeks, metaphorically speaking.

Tuesday 27 April 2010

It's a frightening world out there, in the hall.

I just went to hang my coat up on the hook in the hall. As I walked back towards my room, my house-mate came out of the kitchen door behind me. I'm now concerned that because of the way the hall is arranged, the most realistic place I could have been walking from was the kitchen/living room. Having just walked out of that door, she would be all to aware of the fact that I had not been in there. She must think I was loitering in the hall, and may even believe that I was eavesdropping on her (she came home crying earlier, and the resulting lover's tiff still hangs over the house).

She said 'hello' in a friendly way, but was she just trying to mask her contempt for the apparently nosey cunt she lives with?

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Graham's Theatrical Review (First of a Series)

Hot Flush at Opera House, Manchester


Starring:
Lesley Joseph as Myra
Hilary O’Neil as Sylvia
Anne Smith as Helen
Ruth Keeling as Jessica
Matt Slack as all of the men in their lives... plus a few others!


Graham's Theatrical Review:
Repugnant on every level. 0.1/10

Thursday 21 January 2010

Best and worst of the schuster building toilets

I'm talking during the day. I'm talking number two. Where is the magic going to happen? Let us go on a journey around the University of Manchester Physics Department as we take a look at the bog-standard, starting with the worst:

Ground floor: In its favour, the cubicles are reasonably spacious. This is the only positive I can think of, though. There is a weird layout, it gets extremely busy between ten-minutes-to and the hour due to its proximity to the lecture theatres, and it is a bit out of the way for the rest of the building. Avoid.

First floor: Prime location, being he nearest toilet to not only the library and the computer cluster, but also the first floor lab. This is very much not in it's favour given the task at hand. Plenty of through traffic and dodgy cubicle locks make a visit here an extremely anxious experience.

Fourth floor disabled: The fact it is disabled works both for and against it. This toilet is in effect an oversized cubicle with its own washbasin and all manner of bells and whistles, such as an alarm in case of emergency and handles for sitting and standing. It's not all fun and games though, and there are dire risks involved. Are there any disabled staff or students in the department? I can't say I've noticed, but there's no way to be sure. How can one concentrate when there is such risk of a Larry David-esque confrontation? Another negative is the fact that having a cubicle door that leads straight out into the lift area can lead to a sense of exposure.

Second, Third and Fifth Floors: These are grouped together because of their day dependence. Each of these floors houses a laboratory, meaning that on a given day of the week, any of these could be a no go area. Tuesdays and Thursdays on the fifth floor are best avoided. The third can be slightly unpredictable with its computer and electronics labs. The second floor is my favourite of the three, and I have never experienced any trouble there, even on days when second year students should be in the nuclear lab.

Basement: The connoisseur's choice. The subtle, intriguing positioning with regard to the lifts could threaten to make this an acquired taste, but its décor, well-stocked roll supplies and tranquillity mean that should be first choice for anyone in its vicinity.

N.B. I can't remember what the toilets are like on the 6th or 7th floors, or if they even have any. I have no business going all the way up there. 7th is probably a decent shout actually, but the stairs up there are a bit of a pain. I'll bear it in mind for next time though.