City blighted by chronic bread shortage.

For some inexplicable reason, there seems to be a severe lack of bread available in Exeter at the moment. Thus here is a picture of me holding what is probably one of the last loaves in Exeter after two days of trying to find some. It is expensive stuff too, but desperate times call for desperate measures (though I suppose properly desperate is when you make it for yourslef!).
On the subject of food, about 15 minutes ago I had a sudden and dramatic attack of hunger. I am trying to hold out till lunch, but I'm not sure if I'll last or not!

I should probably apologise for not posting for a few days. It was down to a combination of getting my essay finished, and then the blogger website collapsing. Sunday night was fairly legendary, I went with other folks (as I mentioned in my last post) to see what turned out to be half of the Lemon Jelly duo (Fred Deakin to be exact, but I guess that won't mean much to many people) and a guy called Tom Middleton. After a few warm up acts, they did two hours back to back, one track each, and it was awesome. There were a couple of Lemon Jelly tunes in there too. Most people seem to express surprise when I say I am quite into chilled dance stuff, particularly since I don't particular enjoy clubbing and, well, can't actually dance. But on Sunday I was loving it, I didn't stop moving for about two hours, and an official photographer guy even came up to us to take a photo of us since we apparently looked the part. Its quite probable though that he was just too polite to ask me to get out the way of the picture...my 'mole dance' is not especially photogenic, but is, in fact, a series of random hand movements - I get away with it because a) it is dark, b) a large number of people at these things are not really in a state of mind to notice, and c) those who, like me, are still completely sober and down to earth are normally people who know me, and therefore just think its part of the standard dave-eccentricity.

it's nearly the holidays, I have all but printed out my essays, and I'm looking forward to a couple of days of crashing after tommorrow's seminar; Hazel's coming down to see Rachel and me so we'll loaf about a bit for a few days. Should be a welcome break from manic uni-ness.