Well it’s the first night I’ve actually been able to sit and relax/sort stuff out for a few days as the schedules been pretty full up with either driving or drinking, obviously neither simultaneously Nanna so don’t fret. Important things to mention include a road trip, couple of quality evenings, a job interview and upcoming big events…
Lets start by considering the job interview and as such get the slightly more boring items ticked off. The interview was at Scarsdales in Derby last Wednesday (my foster practice) for a 100% smalls job with no on-call/out of hrs. The fact that it’s my foster practice means I’ve spent a fair amount of time there in the past and am well aquatinted with the members of staff and general practice running. The interview went fine I think, there were no particularly taxing questions and it was more of an informal chat than anything else. Will have to was for another wk or so before I’ll hear anything as other people are also being interviewed. If I’m successful they’ve agreed to let me start at the end of September so that time spent travelling won’t be compromised. However if they didn’t like what they saw then I’ll just get searching for jobs when I get back, as apart from the slightly interesting financial situation there’s no real rush.
The past few days has mainly been taken up with the Pete/Rich very rainy road trip. I set off to Newcastle last Weds to pick him up and maybe have a couple of quiet drinks out. However we ended up having a quality night in club called liquid. I don’t anything that incredibly comedy occurred other than Rich prancing around in a pair of girls leggings the next day…how concerning indeed.
On Thursday we drove back to Derby for a pit stop and sort out before continuing on to Bristol Friday evening after a brief shopping trip interlude Friday day with Han (mother’s birthday and fathers day presents needed sorting).
Friday we arrived in Bristol pretty late but we were still up for a couple of drinks, though this was almost compromised by the phenomenal level of rudeness we received from Budgens staff members, when we tried to buy alcohol at 10:59 (still not entirely sure why they wouldn’t serve us though stereotypical/ageist opinions of 2students that enter a shop at pub closing time to buy booze may have something to do with it…one bloke definitely deserved copious quantities of abuse though of course we remained outstanding, calm, respectable individuals and didn’t raise are voices to the retarded buffoon that thought it acceptable to shout at customers with no rationale)….sorry rant over…though this confrontation put the team in a mood incontusive to a quality evening, though much success in the name of fun was achieved at the post Langford Bar sports night after party in Congo at a house owned by a Wheelie-Bin (person’s name). The legends had loads of booze in and in general it was great to see everyone (especially Jimmy, Steve & Hugo who’d just got back from a few days living the high-life in Nice). Only bizarre story of the evening was Fully going on an angry bottle smashing rampage, though fortunately for everyone’s safety especially Valenzia’s he calmed down quickly.
After picking up Rich from Sinead’s on Saturday we sorted ourselves out and then visited a 4th yr bbq. A very tame evening but fairly chilled with features including guitar playing, shisha smoking, many burgers and Rich’s mad Bacardi event…following the bbq we had a little after pty at Sinead’s where Rich thought it wise to consume a Robinson’s cordial bottle containing a translucent spirit that Sinead found in her garage which was only identifiable by the big white sticker someone had attached with Bacardi scrawled across it in felt-tip. To sum things up Rich got hammered and slept on a toilet with 2towels as bedding.
Today we’ve played some 5a side footy, watched the 5th yr panto DVD and had a much needed relaxing evening in watching Dude where’s my car and eating some wholesome food, life is tough.
Upon reflecting at what I’ve just scrawled down it would appear my life is especially unhealthy at present, this is of course true and though I’m not overly joyed by that fact there’s little that can be done to control the current situation as there are loads of awesome nights ahead over the next week and then it’s off to Turkey to continue celebrations on the final year holiday (something I’ve been looking forward to going on ever since I watched an episode of vets in practice before vetschool where a bunch of students did a grand mooning jump off the side of a boat and I thought I can’t wait to do that). However the drinking is definitely being cut down over the next few days as we’ve the last ever Levator Gig on Thursday and I really don’t want to lose my voice like last time we played.
Other upcoming events include a meal out, a karaoke night, fancy dress alphabet pub crawl and the last ever Friday night of vet school…mental.
Now I’m going to get an hr or 2 sleep-in before picking up Paula from Bristol at 3am (she’s been diving in Egypt).
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
After over a term away I’m currently back at Derby home-home sat in the bedroom-above-the-garage (aka:study) and I plan to break the recent trend of crazy long blog entries as I’m shattered. It’s been a hectic day of sorting out as I arrived back in the early hours of this morning with a Corsa crammed full of general Pete paraphernalia which all required new homes. This accompanied with walking Alfie and collecting some boxes took me pretty much all day and there’s still another car-load to collect in Bris yet. One thing I can say for all this sorting out/packing up is it’s pretty emotional. By which I don’t mean I’ve been crying my heart out in my bedroom all day, but all this packing up, moving house, scraping old junk etc. could not portray a more powerful message that the long road is drawing to an end/final curtain/fat lady whatever. 5 years at uni and it’s passed in the blink of an eye, it literally seems like last week when Dad was dropping me off at halls armed with a head full of uni ideals and a crate of stella, and now I’ve qualified and graduation is only a stones through away…
Ok sorry about all that , the current situation is def not doom and gloom as the next few months is to be spent chilling/partying and appreciating the last spell of student freedom before work commences. However all this moving belongings out of Langford def has brought the situation home for me.
Since I last wrote there’s only been one big night that I’ve attended though there have been a couple of fair size events (jock’s house party). I decided due to my shocking health status at the end of last week to put myself on a drink your p**s style detox week before the onslaught of the 3rd week and the final year holiday commences, also I really want to get some of my material recorded and at the end of last week I could barely speak let alone sing.
The big night was last Friday…Geoff’s leaving do. This was held in a very posh/sophisticated hall near Blagdon somewhere which I’m surprised we’ve never used before (maybe it’s to be saved for such events so we don’t get banned from it). The evening was a great success; speeches/champagne reception/food/live music etc all gave Geoff the send of he deserves after giving so much time and effort in order to ensure the survival though vetschool of so many years of students. Comedy antics include:
- Dave/Fully caught attempting a naked lap around the outside of the building
- Steve
- Singing ++
- Sinead spinning incessantly
- John brown-nosing all night
The next morning wasn’t so amusing (ex issues).
Saturday was a day of relaxation, films, good food (though I’m biased as I cooked it), the biggest fright of my life (Paula and the film Descent are a bad combination for my wellbeing especially she chooses to hide behind kitchen doors in the pitch black and scream down my ear as I walk passed, literally the most scared I’ve ever been), and bizarrely enough, given the last sentence, essential relaxation.
Ohh-de-lally is always an important quote.
Sunday had a similar vibe to today though the evening was a good laugh as Nead cooked me dinner/soup and then we watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
The rest of the week I’m generally relaxing at home though I’ve a job interview Weds to prepare for and I need to pick up Rich from Newcastle.
x
Ok sorry about all that , the current situation is def not doom and gloom as the next few months is to be spent chilling/partying and appreciating the last spell of student freedom before work commences. However all this moving belongings out of Langford def has brought the situation home for me.
Since I last wrote there’s only been one big night that I’ve attended though there have been a couple of fair size events (jock’s house party). I decided due to my shocking health status at the end of last week to put myself on a drink your p**s style detox week before the onslaught of the 3rd week and the final year holiday commences, also I really want to get some of my material recorded and at the end of last week I could barely speak let alone sing.
The big night was last Friday…Geoff’s leaving do. This was held in a very posh/sophisticated hall near Blagdon somewhere which I’m surprised we’ve never used before (maybe it’s to be saved for such events so we don’t get banned from it). The evening was a great success; speeches/champagne reception/food/live music etc all gave Geoff the send of he deserves after giving so much time and effort in order to ensure the survival though vetschool of so many years of students. Comedy antics include:
- Dave/Fully caught attempting a naked lap around the outside of the building
- Steve
- Singing ++
- Sinead spinning incessantly
- John brown-nosing all night
The next morning wasn’t so amusing (ex issues).
Saturday was a day of relaxation, films, good food (though I’m biased as I cooked it), the biggest fright of my life (Paula and the film Descent are a bad combination for my wellbeing especially she chooses to hide behind kitchen doors in the pitch black and scream down my ear as I walk passed, literally the most scared I’ve ever been), and bizarrely enough, given the last sentence, essential relaxation.
Ohh-de-lally is always an important quote.
Sunday had a similar vibe to today though the evening was a good laugh as Nead cooked me dinner/soup and then we watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
The rest of the week I’m generally relaxing at home though I’ve a job interview Weds to prepare for and I need to pick up Rich from Newcastle.
x
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Big news I’m a vet!... as of yesterday 11am I’m now permitted to add the letters BVSc after my name, although I’m not permitted to practice until graduation and royal college enrolment, and so after July 18th I’ll be Mr P Scales BVSc MRCVS; an incredibly concerning thought given that I’m actually going to have to have a stab at the job very soon. However until then I plan to make the most of my newfound freedom by continuing in much the same fashion as the past 4days, which is the reason why I currently feel like I’ve lost most of my mental capacity and am basically a walking Pete shell of alcoholism and sleep deprivation.
The results were put up in 2 lists, 1 for those who passed stating what subjects they passed with merit or distinction in and the other for those referred. Unfortunately four people were on the second list and so will be required to resit in September (can’t empathise with how crap it must be for them).
Somehow I managed a merit in VPH, an achievement I feel that seriously tarnishes my self dignity (which is definitely not true as me, Paul, JP and Hugo are now certified VPH geniuses…perhaps OVS is the career path of choice for me after all?!).
(All the above was written a couple of days ago at JOHN’S and Paula’s but for some reason I got sidetracked/fell asleep and so the rest is now going to be completed sat back in my bedroom, though as ever time’s not limitless as the big J Spence is awaiting a trip into Bath).
Anyway the basic theme of this blog is not surprisingly going to be based around the many evenings of self indulgence that the past wk has presented (can’t believe that a wk has already gone by since my last viva, “time flies”…).
I think the best way of tackling the wks entertainment is to consider each evening at a time, that way my memory will have a chance to recall some details.
Thursday
Post final viva I got my life back on tack and then had a chilled evening at the Bell house and here watching some crazy films (smoking aces and some arty Kate film). Half the year didn’t finish till Friday and so the big night out was to be delayed in accordance to fair play.
Friday
Haven’t an absolute clue what I did during the day (though to be fair I doubt I could recall any day time activities over the past wk and so will leave out daytime for the rest of the blog, though I do recall going shopping at one point…haha shopping was Friday, I met the rents at cribs for essential retail therapy and restaurant cuisine. Excellent to see the family and also to eat food that isn’t cereal or pizza. Quality purchases include shirt and awesome swimshorts with lobsters on…woooo).
Saturday
The Duffus meal!! At the promise auction last term myself and a group of 12ish won a meal for £500ish to be hosted by Prof Duffus and Isllyn at Duffus countryside retreat. The meal was held once in the past and the feedback from past students was very positive and so bidding went high. However it was worth every penny, evening highlights included…
- Transport to and from by FAP clinicians.
- Champagne reception and orderves in Duffus’ picturesque garden, including viewing of the cave and wood (definitely not a forest Paula will have you know).
- A many course sit down dinner with silver service and wine waiters provided (again by FAP clinicians). The beef and Prof’s fudge were exceptional though I feel my main course was let down slightly by Breen’s carrot under-catering issues.
- The décor is also worth mentioning. All best crockery was in use and lighting was provided by candlelight to suit the relaxing sophisticated nature of the evening. I do feel however that this was slightly upset by Wilson’s antics, which included punching (not simply knocking over) 2 large glasses of wine across tables, floors and new dresses, and also setting fire to a role of kitchen role which I now feel should be labelled with flammable signs when Paula is in the vicinity in order to reduce future fire risks.
- Many Disney songs were sung (“has he got a zoo? I’m telling you it’s a world class menagerie!”)…exceptional Disney lyrical knowledge provided by the DD.
- Also Hamish chanting and Chris’s professional air require a mention.
Sunday
The final yr dinner was a massive success and hats off to all those involved in organising. The food was good, clinician panto absolutely hilarious and speeches hilarious (especially comments from Geoff on John’s 1st yr animal health and husbandry mid-ses paper where he mentioned some crazy info about puppies missing out on state benefits in respect to the adv and disadv of neutering). Both Levator and Blue Juice played and both sets were quality. We played chasing cars, some might say, view, pulp and vetlife…definitely one of our best sets even though it was so short and I wouldn’t be unhappy if that’s the last time we play to the year. I was pretty stressed and hungover before we played but following the performance buz and a couple of pints and a cigar the J Spence I was back on track for one quality night!
Monday
Hot Tub Night…this night is definitely gonna have to be up there with my top 10 uni nights… The bell house filled a huge swimming pool with water and then attached a hose to the hot tab in the kitchen and left it running for about 12hrs, the result was awesome, quite literally a huge (and no doubt phenomenally expensive) outdoor hot tub in which 12 people started in and four people remained by daylight, them being me, Paula, JP and the Germanic appreciator Mr Wooding who was the most on form I think I’ve ever seen him. Special memories will include Ian’s clockwork toy dance (for which winding up is a necessity), the Manhattan cocktail, JP’s Mr Sheen with a hint of lime cocktail and Ian’s old school music collection including the likes of Mr Boombastic. JP’s feet are probably important not to be remembered!
All in all for many reasons one of the best vetschool nights.
Tuesday
BBQ at Johns and Paula’s, nothing very exciting just chilled outside on the sofas around the bbq. “I have never” was quite interesting/risky though.
Wednesday
Last night we had a bit of a lad’s night including me, John, DD, Fully & Mr Major. All important areas were covered (football, risk, beer, computer games).
Quite happy with how much I’ve managed to recall, the plan now is to drink very little over the next week or so as I’ve a few things to sort and I’d like to get some of my songs recorded which I can’t achieve with a screwed up voice as is currently the case. However there’s Geoff’s leaving do on Friday and the Jock’s house party plus Langford pub golf on Saturday so we’ll see how things go. Also I’ve an interview at Scarsdale on Weds so nx wk which I plan to spend at home.
Now it’s off to fetch big J and mossy over to Bath for a ruby-murry (in the words of a key Levator band member).
The results were put up in 2 lists, 1 for those who passed stating what subjects they passed with merit or distinction in and the other for those referred. Unfortunately four people were on the second list and so will be required to resit in September (can’t empathise with how crap it must be for them).
Somehow I managed a merit in VPH, an achievement I feel that seriously tarnishes my self dignity (which is definitely not true as me, Paul, JP and Hugo are now certified VPH geniuses…perhaps OVS is the career path of choice for me after all?!).
(All the above was written a couple of days ago at JOHN’S and Paula’s but for some reason I got sidetracked/fell asleep and so the rest is now going to be completed sat back in my bedroom, though as ever time’s not limitless as the big J Spence is awaiting a trip into Bath).
Anyway the basic theme of this blog is not surprisingly going to be based around the many evenings of self indulgence that the past wk has presented (can’t believe that a wk has already gone by since my last viva, “time flies”…).
I think the best way of tackling the wks entertainment is to consider each evening at a time, that way my memory will have a chance to recall some details.
Thursday
Post final viva I got my life back on tack and then had a chilled evening at the Bell house and here watching some crazy films (smoking aces and some arty Kate film). Half the year didn’t finish till Friday and so the big night out was to be delayed in accordance to fair play.
Friday
Haven’t an absolute clue what I did during the day (though to be fair I doubt I could recall any day time activities over the past wk and so will leave out daytime for the rest of the blog, though I do recall going shopping at one point…haha shopping was Friday, I met the rents at cribs for essential retail therapy and restaurant cuisine. Excellent to see the family and also to eat food that isn’t cereal or pizza. Quality purchases include shirt and awesome swimshorts with lobsters on…woooo).
Saturday
The Duffus meal!! At the promise auction last term myself and a group of 12ish won a meal for £500ish to be hosted by Prof Duffus and Isllyn at Duffus countryside retreat. The meal was held once in the past and the feedback from past students was very positive and so bidding went high. However it was worth every penny, evening highlights included…
- Transport to and from by FAP clinicians.
- Champagne reception and orderves in Duffus’ picturesque garden, including viewing of the cave and wood (definitely not a forest Paula will have you know).
- A many course sit down dinner with silver service and wine waiters provided (again by FAP clinicians). The beef and Prof’s fudge were exceptional though I feel my main course was let down slightly by Breen’s carrot under-catering issues.
- The décor is also worth mentioning. All best crockery was in use and lighting was provided by candlelight to suit the relaxing sophisticated nature of the evening. I do feel however that this was slightly upset by Wilson’s antics, which included punching (not simply knocking over) 2 large glasses of wine across tables, floors and new dresses, and also setting fire to a role of kitchen role which I now feel should be labelled with flammable signs when Paula is in the vicinity in order to reduce future fire risks.
- Many Disney songs were sung (“has he got a zoo? I’m telling you it’s a world class menagerie!”)…exceptional Disney lyrical knowledge provided by the DD.
- Also Hamish chanting and Chris’s professional air require a mention.
Sunday
The final yr dinner was a massive success and hats off to all those involved in organising. The food was good, clinician panto absolutely hilarious and speeches hilarious (especially comments from Geoff on John’s 1st yr animal health and husbandry mid-ses paper where he mentioned some crazy info about puppies missing out on state benefits in respect to the adv and disadv of neutering). Both Levator and Blue Juice played and both sets were quality. We played chasing cars, some might say, view, pulp and vetlife…definitely one of our best sets even though it was so short and I wouldn’t be unhappy if that’s the last time we play to the year. I was pretty stressed and hungover before we played but following the performance buz and a couple of pints and a cigar the J Spence I was back on track for one quality night!
Monday
Hot Tub Night…this night is definitely gonna have to be up there with my top 10 uni nights… The bell house filled a huge swimming pool with water and then attached a hose to the hot tab in the kitchen and left it running for about 12hrs, the result was awesome, quite literally a huge (and no doubt phenomenally expensive) outdoor hot tub in which 12 people started in and four people remained by daylight, them being me, Paula, JP and the Germanic appreciator Mr Wooding who was the most on form I think I’ve ever seen him. Special memories will include Ian’s clockwork toy dance (for which winding up is a necessity), the Manhattan cocktail, JP’s Mr Sheen with a hint of lime cocktail and Ian’s old school music collection including the likes of Mr Boombastic. JP’s feet are probably important not to be remembered!
All in all for many reasons one of the best vetschool nights.
Tuesday
BBQ at Johns and Paula’s, nothing very exciting just chilled outside on the sofas around the bbq. “I have never” was quite interesting/risky though.
Wednesday
Last night we had a bit of a lad’s night including me, John, DD, Fully & Mr Major. All important areas were covered (football, risk, beer, computer games).
Quite happy with how much I’ve managed to recall, the plan now is to drink very little over the next week or so as I’ve a few things to sort and I’d like to get some of my songs recorded which I can’t achieve with a screwed up voice as is currently the case. However there’s Geoff’s leaving do on Friday and the Jock’s house party plus Langford pub golf on Saturday so we’ll see how things go. Also I’ve an interview at Scarsdale on Weds so nx wk which I plan to spend at home.
Now it’s off to fetch big J and mossy over to Bath for a ruby-murry (in the words of a key Levator band member).
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