Holy fog. I walked to uni this morning - my bike chain's still off but I wouldn't have wanted to cycle in those conditions anyway - and I decided to go past CAI and Cathays station rather than down Richmond Road like I usually do. It was a lot more fun than I expected to have in the cold on my way to a 9am lecture, because of course all the Cardiff people were making their way to their 9am lectures too. The result was a vast army of students marching resolutely through the fog - and yes, I too thought it odd that everyone was in step with each other, but there it was. It made a very satisfying noise, all those feet stamping on the frosty pavement.
So last night everyone went to town. Except me, and Sarah, 'cause we stayed in and polished off the Eureka boxset. And Josh, because he came 'round to pick up some CDs and admire the Pink Floyd poster that Sarah had very kindly bought me.And Pete, 'cause town's not really his scene. And Tom, who did come to the house, but only after everyone else had left.
At some point yesterday evening I answered a phone call from Soph's mum, Lynda. The conversation went more or less as follows:
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"...Is that Soph?"
"No, it's her mum."
"Oh I'm sorry. You sound a lot like her."
"I don't look like her, I'll tell you that. Is she around?"
"No, she's gone out."
"Where?"
"Into town."
"Has she gone to Oceana?"
"I'm not sure."
"Did Alex go with her?"
"No, I think Al went home."
"Did...um, what's his name, my favourite boy..."
"...Cliffey?"
"Cliffey! That's it!"
"Yeah, he went."
"Oh good, he'll look after her."
As it turned out, I think Cliffey ended up coming home early. Soph is probably okay but I've not seen her today, so everyone please keep an eye out just in case she's just wondering around somewhere.
Also present at some point last night was Gem's friend Mike (not to be confused with Meic), whom I've never met but I'm getting to know what his voice sounds like through a wall pretty well.
Joel.
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