Yesterday evening Whitworth Park bar Paddy (they wanted him to burn) was evacuated due to a gas leak. This blog will tell the tale of this event.
(All time approx.)
17:50:
I was dancing around my room to the banging tunes of Xfm when I noticed outside some red tape of lots of official looking people outside Aberdeen House. I asked Carmel to look at the scene with me as I thought there may have been a murder or such. We did not know what was going on so resumed our previous activities.
17:52
Carmel knocked on my door saying there had been a gas leak. I expressed my dismay it wasn't as exciting as a murder
17:56
Carmel once again knocked on my door. I stopped reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and found out the residents of Aberdeen House had been evacuated. Carmel stated she was going to "pack a bag just in case"
18:20
Discussing prospect of evacuation with Carmel in her room. Both stated that if we were to be evacuated it would have happened by now. Pete W arrives to tell us we are to be evacuated. Mass hysteria of what to pack ensues.
18:22
Go downstairs to get details from Ms. Boxing Birthday herself - Chelsea Dickenson. Chelsea explains she was given a flyer on return from the library and we aren't allowed to cook before we leave. Ross Dryden appears offering room as does Lizzie Moore. We decline said offers as a refugee camp is a once in a lifetime oppourtunity. I ask if it is accepatble to take a hold-all while Lizzie worries for Dave's (her goldfish) safety.
18:28
Try to decide upon belongings to take and settle upon big Tesco food carrier rather than hold-all. Pack essential items such as Gin and Wine.
18:35
Chelsea and I make our way to the refuge point that is University Place. Family and friends are informed of our plight and all respond with varying degrees of panic. Chelsea begins to plan her facebook status, settling on one which references The Chronicles of Narnia
18:45
We arrive at our temporary home and set up shop on a table near a plug socket. Good work
19:00 - 20:15
We demolish the food supplies of University Place with all other Whitworth Park students. Fill ya boots time.
20:25
An announcement declares that we can go back to our halls at 21:00 though heating and hot water will be off so extra bedding will be provided. There is a mad scramble for the last of the free food.
20:40
Myself and Lizzie - who came for free food and camaradiere - enquire about bedding. We are told bedding is on it's way and will be arriving by transit shortly. We see transit pull up and get ourselves in line for the best freebie of all time.
20:50
Chelsea, Lizzie and I make our way home and marvel at the duvet cladded people ("it's like the Ku Klux Klan")
21:03
Walk past Gemini take away. Ali rushes to the window to greet us ask me "Where your boyfriend" and offer us space on his floor as it is very warm. We politely decline Mr. Gemini's offer of free room and chicken instead of tea and completed the home stretch.
21:17
Lizzie texts me to tell me that Dave has pooed a lot and he does that when he's nervous but other than that he's ok. I am relieved
22:00
Glee
22:30
Walking on Sunshine/Halo
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Saturday, 6 February 2010
The Man. The Myth. The Legend
Of late my love for Phil Collins has grown ten fold, and that's a lot of folds seeing as I positively adorded him before. With my new crazy ways of saying to everyone withing a 100 yard radius to listen to "Don't lose my number" (best tune ever) and saying "I love Phil" on far to regular occassion I have decided to write a blog about the wonder of Phil as to spread the love via blog format.
Firstly, Phil is a musical genius: he can write banging tunes, play the piano, the guitar and quite obviously the drums. The latter which he does amazingly. He is also, quite surprisingly, a hero of American Hip-Hop artists. Tupac sampled him and Bone Thugs and Harmony got him in a video as they sampled Take Me Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoLB_U0YPOg
The Collins has also been nominated for several Grammys, Golden Globes and Academy awards and has won seven, two and one respectively. However, the best award (in my opinion) has to be the Disney Legend award he recieved in 2002 - 4 years before Elton John. The man just cannot be stopped.
However, our Phil does have a bad rep. People dismiss him saying he's not cool or that his music is awful. The thing is Phil Collins isn't cool. He just isn't. He's been in videos with Hip-Hop stars (see above) and he just looks like a man who stumbled to where he shouldn't be and felt like singing his song for a bit - that's just Phil, he ain't cool and I don't think he wants to be.
All I can say to ye who hate/don't really like Phil just listen to some of his stuff, Genesis days included - I have to warn you if you become a fan of Genesis on Facebook you may get a friend request from a gent who "just wants to talk about Genesis".
Another day in Paradise; Don't Lose My Number; I Wish It Would Rain Down; Invisible Touch; Mama; That's All; Sussudio; You'll Be In My Heart; Jesus He Knows Me; Two Hearts (I could actually go on forever at this point so JUST LISTEN)
Chairs people... Chairs (Cheers)
Firstly, Phil is a musical genius: he can write banging tunes, play the piano, the guitar and quite obviously the drums. The latter which he does amazingly. He is also, quite surprisingly, a hero of American Hip-Hop artists. Tupac sampled him and Bone Thugs and Harmony got him in a video as they sampled Take Me Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoLB_U0YPOg
The Collins has also been nominated for several Grammys, Golden Globes and Academy awards and has won seven, two and one respectively. However, the best award (in my opinion) has to be the Disney Legend award he recieved in 2002 - 4 years before Elton John. The man just cannot be stopped.
However, our Phil does have a bad rep. People dismiss him saying he's not cool or that his music is awful. The thing is Phil Collins isn't cool. He just isn't. He's been in videos with Hip-Hop stars (see above) and he just looks like a man who stumbled to where he shouldn't be and felt like singing his song for a bit - that's just Phil, he ain't cool and I don't think he wants to be.
All I can say to ye who hate/don't really like Phil just listen to some of his stuff, Genesis days included - I have to warn you if you become a fan of Genesis on Facebook you may get a friend request from a gent who "just wants to talk about Genesis".
Another day in Paradise; Don't Lose My Number; I Wish It Would Rain Down; Invisible Touch; Mama; That's All; Sussudio; You'll Be In My Heart; Jesus He Knows Me; Two Hearts (I could actually go on forever at this point so JUST LISTEN)
Chairs people... Chairs (Cheers)
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Pasta
Today I begin my one woman crusade against Pasta Thiefs nationwide. The plan begins with posters, bouncers on the door, and a list that anyone can access should they fear that a pasta thief is trying to come home with them to steal their penne. Vigilante groups may arise from this but I don't give a shit really.
On a lighter (non starch swiping) note I am beginning to plan travels.
This summer I shall be off to the winter in Aussie Land and next summer I hope to go to Canada just because I feel like it. Is it wrong to plan adventures before the previous one is planned? Possibly. But hey, I need something to aid the procrastination. Facebook stalking can only get a girl so far in life.
I am also gonna get back into the blogging lark as Dulcie is making money and I wish to get in on this action and become a corporate whore (and spread my wit far and wide, kids).
On a lighter (non starch swiping) note I am beginning to plan travels.
This summer I shall be off to the winter in Aussie Land and next summer I hope to go to Canada just because I feel like it. Is it wrong to plan adventures before the previous one is planned? Possibly. But hey, I need something to aid the procrastination. Facebook stalking can only get a girl so far in life.
I am also gonna get back into the blogging lark as Dulcie is making money and I wish to get in on this action and become a corporate whore (and spread my wit far and wide, kids).
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Unfinished...
Upon browising blogger out of boredom I found this unfinshed post (then titled "My Life is Ruled by the number 22"):
On Thursday I began my Mental Health rotation on Ward 22 at Trafford General. Yes, I find the fact that it is Ward 22 quite hilarious too. Anyway, I have to say I was more than a little bit anxious about starting this placement as I have had no experience with menatl health and had no idea what to expect. It also didn't help that Tony declared I would get punched on my 1st shift. So it was with these trepidations that I rose from my slumber at 5am and made my merry way to Trafford.
When I arrived I noticed how new and nice the block looked that housed the ward. I also noted that there were numerous security devices around the doors. The handover was quite pleasent and the staff seemed lovely and obviously quite happy with the situations they had to deal with. It was then time for my orientation, I was shown around the ward and given my Affray (a glorified rape alarm which I had to pull should I feel in any way intimaidated)
***
I have to say I am quite disappointed I have neglected blogger for so long and I have also neglected this post. It had potential and does remind of my feeling of dread upon entering a mid security mental health facility which seems so long ago right now...
As I type I grow more and more excited to return to Manchester. I remember around six weeks ago I was itching to return home. Garstang was possibly the worst place to live. Ever. And everyone else had left. All that was sustaining me was my fellow nurses (God bless Lizzie and Cluedo) and the freezer. Now, I can't wait to return to Whitworth and scare new freshers, wonder what will break in the flat this time and catch up with my friends.
This year does promise to be an thrilling one. I will be half a nurse around March,(hopefully) in sunny Melbourne by May, forcing Gav to be my tour guide in exchange for games of Monopoly, just another one of our shared game based loves. I will be celebrating my 21st in a whole new country, learning how nursing rolls - Australian Style and probably saying "No, it's not Surphie. It's *Sow*phie" more times then I can bear. Deb and I will then hopefully journey to sights around the antipodies including Uluru, Whitsunday Islands and New Zealand before returning to our UK home.
Academic year 2009/2010 - I'm waiting for you...
On Thursday I began my Mental Health rotation on Ward 22 at Trafford General. Yes, I find the fact that it is Ward 22 quite hilarious too. Anyway, I have to say I was more than a little bit anxious about starting this placement as I have had no experience with menatl health and had no idea what to expect. It also didn't help that Tony declared I would get punched on my 1st shift. So it was with these trepidations that I rose from my slumber at 5am and made my merry way to Trafford.
When I arrived I noticed how new and nice the block looked that housed the ward. I also noted that there were numerous security devices around the doors. The handover was quite pleasent and the staff seemed lovely and obviously quite happy with the situations they had to deal with. It was then time for my orientation, I was shown around the ward and given my Affray (a glorified rape alarm which I had to pull should I feel in any way intimaidated)
***
I have to say I am quite disappointed I have neglected blogger for so long and I have also neglected this post. It had potential and does remind of my feeling of dread upon entering a mid security mental health facility which seems so long ago right now...
As I type I grow more and more excited to return to Manchester. I remember around six weeks ago I was itching to return home. Garstang was possibly the worst place to live. Ever. And everyone else had left. All that was sustaining me was my fellow nurses (God bless Lizzie and Cluedo) and the freezer. Now, I can't wait to return to Whitworth and scare new freshers, wonder what will break in the flat this time and catch up with my friends.
This year does promise to be an thrilling one. I will be half a nurse around March,(hopefully) in sunny Melbourne by May, forcing Gav to be my tour guide in exchange for games of Monopoly, just another one of our shared game based loves. I will be celebrating my 21st in a whole new country, learning how nursing rolls - Australian Style and probably saying "No, it's not Surphie. It's *Sow*phie" more times then I can bear. Deb and I will then hopefully journey to sights around the antipodies including Uluru, Whitsunday Islands and New Zealand before returning to our UK home.
Academic year 2009/2010 - I'm waiting for you...
Monday, 4 May 2009
My day of duvet
Exams have finally finished, my liver is slowly recovering and my abs and thighs feel like they have been through a mincer thanks to Bums and Tums. It is with these thoughts in mind that I have decided to turn to blogging to fill my lazy, lazy day.
My day thus far has included:
Waking
Going back to sleep
Waking again
Changing my duvet cover
Drinking juice
Pissing around on the internet for the best part of a couple of hours
Contemplating going to Mcolls
Realising I should get dressed and shower before Mcolls
Deciding weather to watch the series finale of Heroes again or not. There is only so much heart-break I can take.
Considering a change of number thanks to the return of the stalker
Facebook stalking
Blogging.
I do love a good duvet day.
My day thus far has included:
Waking
Going back to sleep
Waking again
Changing my duvet cover
Drinking juice
Pissing around on the internet for the best part of a couple of hours
Contemplating going to Mcolls
Realising I should get dressed and shower before Mcolls
Deciding weather to watch the series finale of Heroes again or not. There is only so much heart-break I can take.
Considering a change of number thanks to the return of the stalker
Facebook stalking
Blogging.
I do love a good duvet day.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Jennifer Ansiton is stealing my hair
The picture above (and my real life self) proves that Jennifer Aniston is stealing my hair. I know the poor love is going through some things at the mo, I feel for her and am a paid up member of Team Aniston, but c'mon sweetheart, stealing my hair is not the way to go about this. Every time I see a magazine it's there, staring me in the face. Goading me into action such as dying my hair pink or shaving it all off. This is not right. I can't live with the pressure of giving one of the worlds most famous and beautiful women hair tips.
I'm having my hair dyed tomorrow. Nothing special, just roots doing and a bit more brown. But mark my words I'll be watching you.
*If she is seen eating cake as gracefully as me I'll be furious.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
I'm alive
Following on from my last post I am pleased to report I am alive with sight intact. There were a few near misses and I do have 2 very dubious looking marks on my neck, not to mention my other huge bruises on the rest of my body, but all in all paintballing was really good fun (point blank shots to ankle not withstanding - cheers Michael, you knobber).
Highlights of the day included:
- Chavs who took the games way to seriously - "SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE THAT FUCKER ON THE BRIDGE OUT NOW!!"
- Myself losing half of my paintballs every game due to an ineffective paintball holder or my own ineffective way of closing it.
- Beating Michael up after aforementioned point blank shooting.
- Acting like I was in a real war during the hut game.
- Not being able to see when my helmet steamed up, but not being able to wipe it due to fears of blindness.
- Teaching Andy what "fo shizzle ma nizzle" means and also the word "knobber".
- Being told I may not only lose my sight but also my teeth, and therefore contemplating going home before we'd even started or bartering for a gum sheild.
- General shock at the price of paintballs - £34.95 for 500 plastic pellets filled with vegetable oil and food colouring.
- Breaking my gun at least twice every game but then becoming an expert in how to fix it.
- The bruises I saw in the shower
- The 12 hour sleep I required after the days events (I'm still quite sleepy now)
- My half a sandwich kindly donated by Dan
- The fact that the word "literal" does exist.
- The well cool - but not that protective - boiler suit I got to wear.
- Wading through swamps to get to the start point and then refusing to run through them when the game started.
- A new found fear of children
- Laughing at people who brought their own camoflage boiler suits who then stuck out like a sore thumb among the throngs of black-clad people.
- Radio 1 on in base camp, not sodding Galaxy.
- And I suppose spending time with friends should be included here too.
All that's left to look forward to now is Easter and as it's so close I feel like I may drown in work. I am a 1/4 of the way through an essay which I really don't want to take home but tiredness is creeping in. I'll try to get some done this eve and then poss finish off tomorrow, if not Tuesday is gonna be essay central. Fun, fun.
Highlights of the day included:
- Chavs who took the games way to seriously - "SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE THAT FUCKER ON THE BRIDGE OUT NOW!!"
- Myself losing half of my paintballs every game due to an ineffective paintball holder or my own ineffective way of closing it.
- Beating Michael up after aforementioned point blank shooting.
- Acting like I was in a real war during the hut game.
- Not being able to see when my helmet steamed up, but not being able to wipe it due to fears of blindness.
- Teaching Andy what "fo shizzle ma nizzle" means and also the word "knobber".
- Being told I may not only lose my sight but also my teeth, and therefore contemplating going home before we'd even started or bartering for a gum sheild.
- General shock at the price of paintballs - £34.95 for 500 plastic pellets filled with vegetable oil and food colouring.
- Breaking my gun at least twice every game but then becoming an expert in how to fix it.
- The bruises I saw in the shower
- The 12 hour sleep I required after the days events (I'm still quite sleepy now)
- My half a sandwich kindly donated by Dan
- The fact that the word "literal" does exist.
- The well cool - but not that protective - boiler suit I got to wear.
- Wading through swamps to get to the start point and then refusing to run through them when the game started.
- A new found fear of children
- Laughing at people who brought their own camoflage boiler suits who then stuck out like a sore thumb among the throngs of black-clad people.
- Radio 1 on in base camp, not sodding Galaxy.
- And I suppose spending time with friends should be included here too.
All that's left to look forward to now is Easter and as it's so close I feel like I may drown in work. I am a 1/4 of the way through an essay which I really don't want to take home but tiredness is creeping in. I'll try to get some done this eve and then poss finish off tomorrow, if not Tuesday is gonna be essay central. Fun, fun.
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