Reunions

A reunion. Finally, the die roll has come up snake eyes, and it's time to go to a reunion. If anyone would like to pretend to be me, and go in my place, you'll need an expert disguise and the cooperation of my insider agent. Oh well, it's not such a bad thing to go and it will probably be fun. Other people rolling into Aberystwyth for Thursday should be aware that games will be brought, and that I reserve the right to run screaming into the hills if conversation becomes banal or dolphins are sighted off the beach once again. Oooh, there might be dolphins or porpoises... Maybe this will be a pretty good trip after all. I take it all back. We may have to write a group theatrical production about it all after the event, with musical sequences.

A reunion is a funny concept, isn't it? I wonder where it began? Presumably it was with people less dysfunctional than a Mathematics degree year group. In all likelihood, the kids will be the most normal people there. I should remember to take some frisbees and a life-scale replica of Fort Knox for playing purposes, complete with the laser cannon from 'Goldfinger'. (Yes, that was the rare James Bond reference in the Quirky Muffin. Treasure it, as there may never be another!) In many ways, I'm not the right person to go to a reunion, but in this case I could keep a friend company, and play games, so it may work out alright.

Life continues normally, in other arenas. The students seem to progress, and are becoming aware of the new school years looming in just a few weeks time. Mwahahahahaha! New school years, and GCSE exams for some of them. Let the terrors commence, aided by the 'you are doomed' signs put up during all tutoring sessions. It's all good (and obviously untrue) vengeance for taking the Summer holidays off, after all. Holidays? Bah humbug! Moving along, the challenge has been grasped and registration with the Open University initiated. A part-time degree in Language Studies will commence, as well as a period of relative impoverishment. Finally, stories will be written and published somehow! It is pledged! A writer will emerge from the cradle of this blog, and sell literally ones of copies of his works!

How's that for an ambitious agenda? How much of it will work out? Will the reunion ever end or will we all be trapped by some retired lecturer bent on vengeance for our academic crimes? What will be the first thing to be published? Will I make it to the prized C1 level in Spanish? All these questions, or none of them, will be answered in the fullness of time. Beware crocodiles bearing gifts.

O.