Whatever is left...

Something I discovered today- you can run on water if you've put enough custard in it. It was also a sentence I never quite thought I would hear in my life but which caught my ear at lunchtime today sitting near Murray and a chatty guy who's name I don't quite know but who once told me an amusing story about the way his girlfriend stalks him. The custard story meanwhile had a bit too much science for my understanding but Murray seemed to know what he was talking about although he emphasized that you would have to run and not walk. I will store this info under my 'you might need this incase you ever need to run across water' file in my head. Come on, you know you all have that.
At the EU tutorial earlier in the week: "Does anyone remember the full name of the Internationale case? It's Handegellschaft- spelled in the usual way" I don't think our tutor will get a bigger laugh than the one he got after that. Incidentally my EU tutorial is the quietest tutorial I have ever been in. Nobody wants to say a word and it gets quite awkward after a while. I contribute a lot more in tutorials this year than I did last year when I accidentally took a vow of silence (it's a long story and also a made-up one so I won't go into it)and in the EU tutorials, only some guy called Geoff and I actually participate at all. Geoff is in my criminology tutorial as well and the two of us plus a guy called Nick were supposed to prepare a presentation on schizophrenia and offending for Thursday. We knew we could count on Nick because no one talks as much as Nick does and he does this in every class and tutorial- just starts talking and goes on and on so we thought we wouldn't even have to do any talking when the time came. However come the day and of all people to absent themselves was Nick so Geoff and I had to wing our way through but luckily we had each done separate components of the question so we meshed quite well. A close call in any case.
More comic gold moments at dinner tonight. I was telling everyone about a cruel game some of my friends play in club now and again: they compete to see who can kiss the ugliest girl in the club and whoever 'wins' gets some cheap alcohol bought for them. Everyone thought it was pretty scandalous.
"Can you imagine how that girl would feel if she found out?" Quena- not normally known for her sensitivity- asked.
"Well she looks at herself in the mirror everyday- trust me, she knows by now!" said Tommy.B. and everyone on the table just burst out laughing. Tommy B. always has some good lines. Vid and Quena had been bragging about stealing pool sticks from Wells hall (they hid them in their clothes and smuggled them here to the bar because ours were ruined) but they were not saying it directly and were saying things like 'We don't know where they came from...God must have put them in there because we just looked in our clothes and there they were"
"Well it's about time he made himself useful and did something around here!" Tommy B says.
And once many weeks ago, he said something cheeky to Quena who stuck out her middle finger in mock anger and said "Sit on it and rotate"
Tommy B's wonderful reply was "Chances are- I would enjoy it!"
Priceless.