Okay, so it seems like I’m not going to have enough time to post on here anymore — and in any case, I feel like I’ve rather lost the drive to do so. I suspect this is the end of my posting on here, but I’ll probably leave the blog up for the sake of posterity.
It’s been fun and I’ve learned a fair amount on here, but now I have new and bigger sources of learning. Goodnight, and good luck!
Euan xxx
So, all my stuff is packed up, I’ve said goodbye to most of the people who are still in London, and I’m slowly coming to the realisation that not only am I really leaving home, leaving London, but that I’m going to Oxford university.
Well, hopefully I am, because our car won’t start. Come on BMW, what kind of timing do you call this?
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting very much these past few days, but I’m now on the home stretch of getting ready to leave for Oxford, and the actual packing has started.
(Yes, those are playboy bunny ears…)
— Noam Chomsky (via taintedsound)
(Source: mondediplo.com, via pieceinthepuzzlehumanity-deacti)
Andrew Mitchell, the newly installed Chief Whip allegedly called one of the police officers at Downing Street a “fucking pleb”. Personally, I think we should be grateful for his bracing honesty; at least he has the balls to say what he and his public schooled cabinet minister friends actually think of the rest of us. I’d just like to add that if I was to call a police officer a “fucking pleb” I would find myself sitting in Westminster police station, without a shadow of a doubt. They should’ve nicked the silly bastard.
thoughtsfrombeyondthecuckoosnest:
I wish John Oliver could be on Community more, but at least he’s doing wonderful things.
Now, I’m sure there are lots of things that I’m going to learn at Oxford university over the next three years, hopefully mostly about history, and probably about the astonishing amount of essentially toxic stuff I can put in my body in the course of a single night, but apparently the one thing I will not be learning is modesty. The first sentence of the Oxford University Student Union’s Freshers’ Guide was:
Congratulations! You’re now a student at one of the greatest universities in the entire world, and in all human history.
No need to blow your own trumpets, guys…
I also (finally) learnt how to tie a bow tie last night, and though I didn’t take pictures, I can’t pretend I didn’t spend half the evening wearing my tux shirt and tying and retying my bow tie…
— adbusters (via theanxiousghost)
(via theamericanbear)
This is my depiction of Euan as a weasel. The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it?
This is apparently an accurate reflection of how Tumblr sees me. Oh good.
(Do I really look like a weasel?)
— What Nick Clegg should have said, Part I
