The curse of Llanbadarn struck and all hope of a creative piece of writing went with the advent of that curse. Now all time out of mind is full of wrath and tiredness and pink elephants called Leroy who like to play jazz guitar. For the record, never ever turn back from Llanbadarn to get anything once more than halfway to that remote and barren location. Whiteboard markers are no excuse for turning up at your lecture in a hurried sweaty mess. Still, on the plus side, there is now a precedent for giving a precedent in Bermuda shorts and that is one of the most welcome things in the world. Shorts season! I just wish they wouldn't chatter on and on while I do my best to impart semi-interesting information while on the edge of a nervous collapse.
Sigh.
Problems just go back and forth as if they're attached to a rubber band of fate. Emergency marking - don't ask - gets returned after a huge mass of corrections and faulty marking schemes and then the Tuesday lecture gets completed as well as it can be but gets destroyed by a sunny day and faulty memory. However, optimism must be obtained so lets bring on the positivity!
Positivity...
Right, this is a tough one but the most positive thing is really the weekend to come, with its mass of writing and preparation for the end of my contract and, more importantly, the commentary for 'Cat Ballou'! Oh, this should be fun, as we see Lee Marvin steal a film so magnificently that you almost forget what everyone is even there for... Film Bin is generally getting tougher but it's still fun.
It's sunny here in Aberystwyth, horribly sunny. It's almost time to break out the sunscreen and hide in shadows all day in case of massive sunburn and giant carnivorous daffodils. Hmmm. I never did write about St Davids Day. Maybe next time, when not so horribly dehydrated and incoherent.
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