Sing for absolution

So now with the winter here, the uni has kindly decided that we don't really need our heating turned on in the evening. How very nice of them.
Anyway I made a suprising discovery sometime ago. I was watching 'coupling' with Leo and there was this scene where a woman is trying to seduce a guy with a girlfriend and he's conflicted about what to do. I ask Leo what he would do in that situation.
He looks at me in suprise "If I had a girlfriend? Of course I would say no"
This was new!
"Yeah- a flat out no! I wouldnt cheat on her. No way in hell. I'd tell the girl to piss off"
I was dumbfounded-this was a twist I did not see coming. Aside from Raymond- who doesnt even count in these discussions being such a goody two shoes, the bastard- I had never met anyone who had answered the question like this. Dodos have been spotted long after the last faithful man was seen on earth.
So would you give in then? Leo asks me
Probably not I tell him but then again I'm single now and my ex thinks I'm an asshole so what do I know?
Still I am quite stunned. This discovery would send shockwaves around the world. It would infact cause a rupture in space-time and put our universe in serious danger of simply ceasing to exist. Leo is always complaining about how impossible it is to understand girls so this was even more suprising. He was telling me about a girl who keeps leading him on and even brings her friends to evaluate him (you know the way girls do) but she just keeps stringing him along. Q and I recently volunteered to stand outside her window and sing her a song while playing a guitar and wearing sombreros. We don't know if it will work, but who knows if you don't try? Leo is skeptical. He was out on Saturday and threw up on a passing girl. He says there is a twenty percent chance it was her. Can you imagine throwing up on the girl you have a crush on? The mind boggles at the thought. I would probably claim asylum in Chile.
So here I am- I'm settled into my course now, discovered I'm not nearly as anti-social as I have always assumed and I'm also developing a very healthy relationship with the wider world. I'm not quite sure what that means, but that's what is happening.

The studio executive puts the script down and shakes his head "I'm just not getting this" He says "There is no proper character arc. This Minega fellow, doesnt seem real enough. The plot is flimsy, the supporting cast is not well developed and how do we market this story? comedy? drama? There's not really enough of either"
"It could be one of those indie movies that suprises everyone like 'Donnie Darko'" The other man says.
"I dont know. Where is the love interest? Where is the goofy sidekick? You need a love interest to keep this story going. And you need conflict."
"There was conflict..."
"That was ages ago. You just can't have the lead character walking around and talking about mundane things and just generally being stupid. How do we market that?"
"Well that's what makes it so attractive- its unmarketable! People are tired of cliched blockbusters. This is something a little different"
"Go back and work on that script" The executive says "If you polish it up a bit- maybe make Minega more sympathetic to the audience perhaps- it might work. Right now that's just a rough draft"

boldly going nowhere and why you shouldnt mix sugar with morals.

We've just finished dinner and wer'e wandering around aimlessly.
"I need a ciggarette" Q says "Let's go to new court and knock on people's doors asking them if we can get one...and a lighter of course"
And then we are off, tagging behind Q and Rich who are the instigators of this madness while Leo, Murray and I are trailing behind with a few misgivings.
So let me get this straight- you want us to go all over New Court banging on stranger's doors to ask them for a cigarette?
"Well, yeah" Q is looking at me as if I'm the one who is acting nutty in this point in time.
And so we get to New Court and Q and Rich start banging on everybody's door. Thankfully few people are in, but the ones who are look at us as if we were Iraqi rebels. Nobody has a cigarette, but of course that was not the main reason Q wants to do this in the first place. They get to a door thats covered in stickers calling on us to 'FIGHT THE BAN!', but theres at least fifty of those stickers on that door. Q and Rich-with minimum discussion- begin to rip them off one by one. Why? That's a stupid question.
"You guys are pussies" she says.
Are you actually going to rip off every single one of them?
"Well it would take less time to do this if you guys gave us a little help!"
"You know what we are doing basically amounts to vandalism" Leo says. I warn him about using words like 'we' so carelessly. It is the crazy Spanish girl and her ginger accomplice who are doing it all. We, on the other hand are providing at best moral support but mainly mild disapproval.
And I'm missing 'The news quiz'
In other news, I have been reduced to stealing sugar for my nightly cup of tea. My sugar run out a few days ago and I've been too forgetful to get some more, but thankfully someone was kind enough to leave their sugar in the kitchen cabinet. You will not believe the logistics and planning it takes to steal two spoons of sugar, but it continually suprises me. I know its only sugar now, but it can only lead to something else. What other henious act will I commit next? And only because I couldnt be bothered to get 65p and go to the shops for the bloody thing. This is how my life of crime officialy begins. Will anyone step in before it's too late to save my soul from eternal damnation?

Everything all of the time (the sophie song without the tune- deja vu )

Christ, what a cold cold evening. I had to walk to and fro the agriculture building which is about twenty minutes away and I got here with my ears frozen solid and my fingers flirting with frostbite.

Anyway last night- Life in the underground with sir David Attenbrough was on BBC2 and it was probably the best thing that's been on TV this month. There was some revolutionary camerawork to say the least and even the tiniest insects were captured on camera in some incredible moments. Scorpion mating dance? the bat-eating centipede? They were all here, and many of these things had been captured on camera for the first time. Fantastic stuff, I can't wait for next Wednesday.

In the spirit of my recent I-still-believe-in-true-love post, I'm going to be running my favorite romantic poems starting with this one by e.e Cummings called 'I carry your heart with me'. It's a bit unorthodox...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

The British army recruitement ads on TV were far more succesful than anyone could have anticipated

Being the chapter where the hero of the tale has an uncomfortable encounter with a big bus and other adventures of a similar magnitude

I was in town the other day buying some stuff. I was walking along happily in my own little world when I stopped at the traffic lights. Thinking the coast was clear, I took a step forward when I saw a flash of white from the corner of my eye. Instinctively I took a step back and a millisecond later this huge bus whizzed past, inches infront of my face- it must have been going at about 80 km/hr. It would be dramatic to say that it was a brush with death, but it got me thinking how easily I could have been six feet under because of one careless moment. One minute I'm walking down the street with a happy song in my head and everything is cool and then the next, my body is being scraped off the sidewalk.
When I was about seventeen or eighteen, I realized I was going to die. I knew it could be that day or the next week or 50 years down the line, but I realized that sooner or later I was going to die. It took me most of my life to come to terms with this, and when I did I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. For most of my life I had been unconsciously terrified of death, but only when I worked it out in my head and did the self-therapy thing did I get used to the idea.
Death would have been a valid excuse for missing club on Wednesday. I had been psyching myself up for it thinking I was ready and then when the time came, I just couldnt be bothered about it. I was on the phone to a friend and then I started reading Emily Dickinson and it kind of slipped my mind. Am I growing too old for this? I havent talked to Geoff yet, but I can already picture our conversation.
Geoff: I thought you wanted to come out on Wednesday. What happened to you?
Me: I was...erm...watching porn.
Geoff: Porn? Good man!
I wasnt actually watching porn on Wednesday, but that's the kind of respectable 'manly' lie that will save you a lot of teasing. Can you imagine how strange the truth would sound? "I was on the phone for quite a while and then I started reading some poetry and kind of forgot." Yes, I think I'm growing too old for this. Might as well get my pension while I'm at it.
Of course I'm not really too old for this- im turning 23 in just over a month- but it does feel that way. My brother at 29 IS old and should be looking for a wife (as he is constantly reminded, poor guy) In a story that is unrelated to this topic but tickled me anyway, we were at the party the other day in a room playing drum and bass and my brother was sitting in a nice big chair infront of a table which had a delicious looking slice of cake. I saw my brother stare at it for ages with a look in his eyes that the World food program is certainly familiar with. Then he reached forward and just slowly gobbled it all up. I was thoroughly amused. Whose cake was that? I shouted to him.
He just shrugged his shoulders "I dont know man!"

something to save

I went for a party on Friday ( I was supposed to go out Wednesday but-I know this is a strange excuse- I got a phonecall) It was someone Vid kind of knew so he took us along- Rama,Rich, Q and I. We were lugging quite a bit of alchohol with us on the way there. When the rest stopped to get something from a supermarket, Rama and I waited for them across the road. We were standing there for about five minutes when Rama said 'I don't like the way your'e holding those bottles- if the police see you they'll come and see whats up'. I looked down and I suddenly realized that I was holding two beer bottles and one of sambuca in my hands right beside one of the busiest roads in the town at 10 in the evening. To say I looked dodgy is a serious understatement.
Anyway we found the place with little hassle. It looked like an ordinary house from the outside, but when we went in we realized that it was massive! It had at least five stories and God only knows how many rooms. We went in and out of so many rooms until we gave up trying to keep track of all of them. There was plenty of beer. Vid kept walking in every ten minutes with the sambuca and gradually I reached that point where things start to move in slow motion-not drunk, but driving past the signposts warning you that drunkenness is ahead. Rama was chatting up a girl a few meters away. Q was sitting in the chair behind me with a look on her face that said 'I dont quite know what I'm doing here but if I sit in this chair long enough, it will all come back to me'. I found myself in a drinking game with a group of people I didn't know. It was supposed to be so simple- one of those where you pick three similar sounding words and pass them around so that the third person points to someone else to start the chain again with a different set of words. Someone started off with 'ping-pang-pong' but we all totally messed it up and no one seemed to understand what was going on ('This is the easiest fucking drinking game!' one guy was saying over and over)They were spending ages trying to explain the rules, but although we all seemed to understand we just kept messing it up.I was laughing so hard- you just had to be there I guess. Seeing eight people totally mess up the most elementary game possible was just priceless (and I confess I was one of those too thick to understand the rules right away)Much of the rest of the night was a blur of rooms and people and snatches of conversation. On the way back, sank my teeth into a ginsters cheese and onion pie. It was knock-your-socks-off good. Rama couldnt even walk straight while eating it. He would stop walking and just kind of pause as if he couldnt believe how good it was. Later on there was better to come- Rich had a hagen Dasz ice cream you could have written poetry about.
Oh Peter Crouch-we are waiting! We are waiting!

What we have here is a dead shark

Is there such a thing as true love?
I bring this up because last night I watched 'Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind' from the wonderfully insanely brilliant Charlie Kaufman. It's a kind of twisted romantic comedy but at its core its got a very sweet love story and somehow it got me remembering all the debates I've had with my friends down the years.
Most of my friends have very strong views on true love. The short version of their answer to the question 'does it exist?' is 'No, of course not- are you mad?' but the long version is more colourful and frequently contains swear words. Basically I've always been the only one of my friends to believe in love. Im not even talking about true love- we shall come to that in a moment if I can get around to it and not get distracted by something else- but just being in love. I once blogged about people laughing at me for it, but that was just one part of the story. Most people think it's very foolish to fall in love. Not me. I get in there and fall hard and channel all the passion I can muster in that direction. The wonder of it is that I can cope so well when things turn bad. Why am I like this? It's a good question but one you shouldn't ask because I won't answer. My friends have always advised me not to enter a steady relationship, but it's impossible for me not to. I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame and I know surely that in another few months, I'll find myself in another one again. Why cant I just have flings or short-lived passionate affairs? See now there's one of the mysteries of this life. I'm condemned to being a one-woman man for the rest of my life it seems.
So anyway one of my friends has a girlfriend, but even though they've been steady for nearly two years, he has never told her 'I love you'. She knows he wont say it and she's accepted it. I asked him why and the short version of his answer was he didnt believe in love. The long answer involved references to a Schwarznegger movie if I remember correctly but more importantly rammed home his point that women were trouble. I asked him if it was just his girlfriend or if he thought that you could never feel anything concrete for a girl. His answer was vague and nonsensical, but he did reveal that its a general thing. Once you love a girl, your'e not on control of your emotions and thats a dangerous thing was what I think he said. But thats what I thrive on- I thrive on the total irrationality and madness that my emotions can cause. Of course Im a very rational and sane person. That's obvious to anyone who is unfortunate enough to read my blog regularily. However when it comes to things like falling in love, I just jump happily into it with a big smile on my face irrespective of the consequences. I could have 50 failed relationships and jump into the 51st full of optimism. That's mainly because I'm stupid, but also because I like the stability it gives me- which is ironic because the one thing you are unlikely to get in a relationship is stability.
But anyway my theories on 'true' love as opposed to mere 'butterflies in stomach' love. I do believe in true love, but I also believe that your chances of finding that person are very slim indeed. Basically 'the one' is out there, but you are unlikely to meet said person. See how I manage to be both cynical and naively optimistic at the same time? Yes, its a gift. Well how can you tell if you've actually found 'the one'? What sets out true love from anything else including lust? The answer involves some complex mathematical equations and logical fallacies which I won't bore you with until I can make them up, but thats the way it is.
God, why did I start this post again? Right- the film. We'll talk about that later, but it was beautiful and although its just a film, it did vindicate what Woody Allen once said. A relationship is like a shark- if it stops moving, it dies. Ok, I've wandered away slightly from the true love thing, but its nearly midnight and I cant believe I just spent ten minutes writing this.

Cupcake: A retrospective

"You know I can't answer that. It would be unfair..."

"Did you just wish me short term success?"

"So you really don't get angry do you? I've been shining this torch in your face for the last ten minutes!"

"What street do I live on? And what am I feeling right now"

"You have to get the keys. Theyr'e right here"

"Are you laughing at your own jokes? Yes you are!"

"Something strange is happening in that house"

'infamy! infamy! they all have it in for me!' (an alternative history)

So Tony Blair's proposals to hold terror suspects for up to ninety days without charge have been defeated. Instead the House of Commons approved a proposal to keep them for 28 days. What are the implications for this? Following is an actual conversation that never happened except where many of these things tend to happen-in my head.
Reporter: We are standing outside the house of commons where Tony Blair has just been decisively defeated. There's an MP standing next to me with a look that speaks a thousand words. Still, we have to interview him. MP of Bonkers, how are you feeling today?
MP: Joy! Relief! We have brought the great man down to his knees! We want more blood and we want it now!
Reporter: Specifically who's blood are we referring to...
MP: Tony's! Cheri's! Anybodys! O Dracula how right you were. The children of the night make such sweet sounds and...
Reporter: Erm...our honourable member of parliament for Bonkers is evidently speaking metaphorically. His views do not represent those of the BBC or anyone not closely associated with vampires and death cults.
Reporter 2: Is it my imagination or is he now being nibbled to death by three grey squirrels?
Reporter: This is parliament, John. These things happen. Tell me what do you think this means for Tony Blair? Does it leave him in the mire?
Reporter2: Where is that? Essex?
Reporter: Right here is another MP coming out, I think he represents Labour. If I'm not mistaken this is the MP for Denial. Mr MP what does this all mean?
MP for denial: What- you mean life, the universe and everything? I'd hate to go into all that right now...
Reporter: Oh no- the BBC cleared up that problem ages ago. I'm talking about this momentous defeat for Tony Blair. Is he going to retreat into his room and cry like the big baby we think he might be?
MP for denial: That is utter rubbish. This was not really a defeat. We are simply retreating in another direction. This is not going to hurt Tony Blair, but it will hurt the tories, the entire country and even the black people. This is the worst day in the history of the country. Blair also wishes to remind the country that he will continue to due his duty- Cherie will still get it five times tonight as she always does, make no mistake.
Reporter: There is a tory MP coming out now and he looks suspiciously like the MP for ave-it. let's see if he is foaming at the mouth yet. Well he is, but we might be able to get a word or two out of him anyway.
MP for ave-it: Well today was possibly the greatest day of my life! We stood down Tony Blair and we gave him a real kick in the privates. Indeed to see his face when the results were read out was to see the face of Scipio when Hannibal crossed the alps with his elephants and...
MP for denial: Elephants? In the House of Commons? Do you mean Ken Clarke?
MP for ave-it:....took on the mighty Romans with his diminished force! Well today we did not have elephants and we did not have an elite group of African mercenaries prepared to attack the flanks, but we had something much more important- integrity, courage and a heavy lunch.
Reporter: So there you have it. In the shadow of Westminster today, a revolution has occured and Tony Blair is on his knees. Will he go gently into that goodnight? or is it still early doors? Is he ready for his close-up? It's hard to tell, but the symbolism of the grey squirrels that attacked MP's today will be hard to miss. Reporting from Westminster, this is Fullof Shite.

My life as based on a true story

So I still haven't gone out despite promises to the contrary. I'm putting in an effort but I still cant be asked as the English put it.
Still I'm having a ball. In the last month I've been dumped by my girlfriend, been living below the poverty line and I'm doing a module that I seriously regret taking on. But I'm happy- I can't help it. The other day I remembered walking into a conversation between Valli and Mez last year and Valli was talking about the way we seem to be almost afraid of happiness, and the instant we realize we are happy, we let little things creep up and spoil it all. I thought that was pretty spot on. We don't talk about and revel in happiness often enough.
Meanwhile our International law lectures are turning into a bit of a joke. We have this Nigerian guy who for the past three lectures has walked in fifteen minutes late and always looks like he can't even put in the minimum effort. The other day, he was ten minutes late and then instead started talking about the chemical symbols on the board left by the previous class asking us about atoms and molecules while we all stared at him in shock and-for the minority- amusement. His strong accent also makes it difficult for most of the class to understand him. He seems like a bright guy, but he's a fairly poor lecturer. My classmate was saying this as we left the lecture. She was slagging him off seriously saying things like 'he's a fucking joke!' until she realized that he was walking behind us and probably heard at least the last half of her rant. Christ, now I'm tainted by association! Then again, he didnt see my face and I was doing most of the listening although I'm sure I had a few things to say which I wouldn't have wanted him to hear. Still, that could have been me- thank God for small mercies.
Listening to The streets the other night, and I really cannot recommend the album 'A grand don't come for free' highly enough. It's brilliant because its unique and very funny. The whole thing is just snippets in his life and he raps about doing the most mundane things- going to return a DVD, misplacing some money, trying to get his TV fixed, a bad night out at a club...it's incredible. But his masterpiece must be 'fit but you know it'. In it, he's talking about spotting a beautiful girl while standing in the queue trying to get something to eat. As he wonders about her, he's also trying to figure out what he wants to eat now that he's in the queue ('wondering whether to have a burger or chips..') and then gets too distracted by her which loses him his place in the queue. It's great stuff because such mundane things are like the anti-epic. I love Coldplay, U2 and all those bands that do epic sing-along-in-a-big-stadium songs about really deep things. However it's funny that the other side of the scale-everyday life with no philosophizing and abstract concepts- can still be so gripping and profound. Infact, it's epic in its own way- It's real life in it's purest form, poetry without any pretentiousness.

Beware the crazy girl trying to teach you English (Steely Dan, drunks and a good view of the stars)

We had founder's dinner last night. Of course I didnt go for it- I don't own a suit and also I really dislike formal occasions. Having to sit there making conversation and figuring out which of the 50 different forks and spoons goes where is a bit too much for me even though there was free wine and I haven't had a proper drink since I got back. However it's afterwards that things always get interesting.
So I was standing outside with Vid, Q, Ciro and Murray. Adam-who was VERY drunk- had knocked over Q's lamp and broken it so she had kicked everyone out. Ciro-he's Italian and is trying to polish his English- made the serious mistake of asking Q the best way to ask a girl out in England.
Q instantly said "Tell her- 'Do you want to fellate me?'"
I was thinking; this is just one of those jokes that will be done in about thirty seconds and everyone will be laughing about it, but it ran on and on and got a bit uncomfortable. Ciro was a bit hesitant at first- 'why dont I just ask her 'can we go out for dinner?'- but Q was telling him that her way was the best way and no girl could say no to that. She started telling him to try and ask any passing girl to see what she would say and I was thinking God, this is going to get ugly. I wanted no part of it and I knew things were getting dodgy when Murray backed off from our group and went and stood in the corner watching things with a smile. I took off to the pool table because I wanted to distance myself from the whole affair and because I was struggling not to laugh although I was a bit horrified as well, but the circus eventually found me there. Ciro was walking around asking random girls if they wanted to fellate him, but thankfully few of them could actually understand him (the first one did and run off screaming while her friends stood there open-mouthed, but somehow Q managed to convince him that she did it because she 'lacked the proper etiquette') the thing dragged on and on. When he eventually finds out, he is going to kill her. For now, he's still walking around thinking that asking a girl to fellate you is a romantic way of asking for a date.
Some guy called James last night "I always cause maternal instincts in girls. They just want to mother me and take care of me and do nothing else. It's ruining my life and it really pisses me off!"
My brother had a wonderful moment of inspiration last night. I was telling him about the Daily Express story that was criticizing the government for providing free contraceptives to girls as soon as they hit 16. The headline was CHARTER FOR PROMISCUITY in their typical hysterical way of dealing with things.
And Rama says "Oh yeah- the magna sluta'. Priceless.
First line of a sign in New Court: 'Your cleaner was confronted with vomit in the toilets this morning...'. The use of the word 'confronted' in that sign was just quite funny. I can imagine a confrontation with many things, but with vomit? Did the vomit have attitude leading up to a confrontation or what? We nicked the sign. We had no choice.
Apparently we also had a Reading member of Parliament here on that night. He got seriously drunk and puked in the toilets quite a few times by all accounts. The warden was walking around asking people if they had seen him later on.

You walk in fire (stand back- banging head against the wall now set to commence)

Geoff to me about a week ago: "Minega, I'm going to put you on my list of friends to keep an eye on!"
Watching Cameron vs Davis last night. They were so unfailingly polite to each other that like me, the audience was beginning to get restless. I was thinking 'lightsabres!' 'A fight to the death in a steel cage!' 'staring contest with Jeremy Paxman' but unfortunately politics has become a lot more civilized down the years. David Cameron looks like he would be asked for ID before entering a club. Is he going to be able to run the country if he doesn't look old enough to wear a tie? I don't know, but I like him though. And try as he does to deny it, the man is Blair-lite.
Sun editor Rebekah Wade has just acquired a fantastic nickname- 'the ginger ninja'. She apparently assaulted her husband last night and the irony is he plays a tough guy in 'Eastenders'. Anyway more ninjas are always welcome if you ask me although we might need to take a closer look at her qualifications. My friend Oscar tells me that the commitee back home is reconsidering my Ninja status because of some commitments I failed to adhere to while I was in Kigali. I told them to look into my previous good behaviour.
A quick story about Ninjas- when I was in P.3 and about nine years old, I used to sit with this guy called Aaron. I used to draw all sorts of things on the back of my books which was funny because I'm just about the worst artist in the world. Anyway one day I was drawing a ninja on the back of my book and Aaron asks me what I'm doing. Trying to be cheeky, I drew another Ninja and began to make a story on the spot but in the end I had to move the whole thing to a blank paper and draw more and more ninjas as the story developed while Aaron listened. I don't remember what the story was about or why I brought it up just now or how exactly I managed to make it run for at least thirty minutes or where the teacher was during all this, but I'm dealing with a million things in my life at the moment and this isn't one of them. Well it is now that I've brought it up, but...

The two giant chickens had quite a lot to say

Story of the week: 'Britain's cultural heritage suffered a devastating blow yesterday after a council banned references to Christmas' (DAILY EXPRESS)
Anyway another wet day. Watched 'wallace and gromit' at the cinema and it was great. It was full of a lot of sly jokes (the love interest was called 'Lady Tottington' or 'Totty' as she asked to be called) and a lot of references to other films from King Kong to Raiders of the lost ark. A very charming, silly film.
Chelsea finally lose and if there was any champagne nearby, I'd be popping the cork faster than you can say 'huh?' The question is who to support when they face Manchester United on Sunday. Who do I hate less? At the moment I will reluctantly be forced to support Man U, but something tells me my moral support will contribute little to the cause. After all Chelsea are thriving on their strike partnership upfront of Lampard-Lampard. Frank Lampard is playing upfront partnered by Frank Lampard and he's doing a great job of it. ('And it's Frank lampard with a beautiful cross to Frank Lampard! he's holding the ball up well and then delivers a cheeky backflick to Frank lampard!')
Apparently today is chicken day or something like that- at least that's what we were told by two guys who were dressed as chickens somewhere near campus. 'We are trying to find a cure for bird flu' one of them joked. Q asked them for a hug and the two chickens duly obliged. The day I am being hugged by two giant chickens is the day I will take a serious look at my life and where I'm heading.
Q was at the Fez club the other day and on going to the toilet found about three girls-who didnt know each other- all crying separately. She went around asking them what the problem was and then decided that only one of them had a genuine reason to cry so she basically adopted her for the night. The way she told the story it sounded like a twisted version of 'pop idol'. They ended up hanging out together for much of the night. Such stories make me realize just how sane I really am.
JD in 'Scrubs' "You have been nothing but a disappointment to me since the day I run you over with my car'

The new Road Traffic laws were welcomed by animal-rights activists but faced some opposition from unamused motorists.