Meeting people

Its amazing how many people you can meet on one simple walk home from campus. Yesterday, on the way back from my Chaucer lecture and screening of the surprisingly entertaining Michael Palin film 'Jaberwocky' (don't ask why the module conveners chose that one, it remains a mystery), I met the following people: Jemma (though this was not surprising seeing as she was, like me, in the library after the lecture) Rachel L (though only for a brief hello), Ben Wells (who was heading for his bicycle) The one and only Watty (who was looking to buy some Worcestershire Sauce from Spar, which, for some reason I can't quite figure out, strikes me as sort of typical of the lad) and finally Big Jon (A man I haven;t seen for a good while and who used to live in Hope Hall) who was, as ever, big and dry witted. Walks home like that tend to make you feel quite popular. Inevitably, though, they always happen when nobody else is around to watch you and say 'wow, you seem to know everyone!'
I have, to my immense shame, spent the last two evenings in. This is all set to change, though, because tonight I am going for a drink with the inimitable Mr James Bulleid, tommorrow night we are planning on having what could be the nearest to clubbing we have got all term by going to the Amber Rooms for their apparently excellent Jelly Jazz sessions and on Friday we are hoping (if someone remembers to buy tickets) to go and see the Uni theatre company's production of Twelfth Night. Its all good.