When I woke up this morning I immediately started panicking, because it was 8.20 and I had a lecture* at 9. I was about to get up and get going as fast as I could, but then I remembered that Pete had given my bike a tune-up, and that there was no need to hurry because the journey to the Atrium only took fifteen minutes by bike.
So I lay back down for a few minutes, which turned out to be a mistake, because by the time I woke up for the second time that morning it was 8.50 and my lecture started in 10 minutes. And I still wasn't dressed.
It was about 9.15 when I finally arrived at the Atrium, but at least I know now that I can't use cycling as an excuse for a lie-in.
Yesterday evening I went to Swanbridge, which I think is technically part of Penarth. It's where Sarah lives,
and there are a pair of swings a mere stone's throw away. It's not very often I get to go on swings nowadays - the only set around here are in Roath Rec, and they're usually occupied by children, who seem to think they have some kind of priority - so I was eager to have a go on these ones, slightly off the beaten track as they are. So we swang on the swings, and discussed what we would eventually do with our lives, and where to begin. The swings are a good place for deep conversations like that.
Back at Sarah's house her 12-year-old stepbrother Will challenged me to a game of Fifa '10, a game at which I am notoriously bad. I have lost many times to Tom, Cliffey, and even JR. The last time I played, Tom's Cardiff City beat my Liverpool 9-1. It was embarrassing. Admittedly I have been playing Fifa '11 a lot lately and I'm not nearly as bad at that, but that, contrary to what you might believe, is a TOTALLY DIFFERENT GAME.
Anyway, I played as Liverpool and Will, oh goody, was Cardiff. I braced myself for another defeat, this time at the hands of someone so young he probably doesn't even know what Digimon is.
But as it happened, I won! Only 1-0, but still. Some might say that my victory isn't that impressive, because it came against a) an inferior team, and b) an opponent 7 years my junior. To be fair, they probably have a point, but as it was my first ever victory on this game, I'll take it.
Back at the house, Cliffey and I shared another Tesco's apple crumble. Sarah and I also went on Sporcle and tried to name all 69 Love Songs, and nobody could understand why When A Man Loves A Woman wasn't one of them.
Oh well. Those of us in the know retired to our bedroom, stuck the album on, and felt smug because we knew about all this great music and no-one else did.
Seriously, everybody has to buy 69 Love Songs. I felt asleep after about 11 of them last night, but I was just tired.
Joel.
*In the lecture we listened to a track by PJ Harvey and John Parish called Taut. The majority of the class hated it but I for one thought it rocked. Make up your minds.
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