We're Still Hopeful...

"...And, when I was at university, I actually used to buy this CD and give it to random people, just to make sure they heard it."

"Right. So you're telling us that, as an impoverished member of the Irish working classes, you could just afford to buy copies of Grace and hand them out? Like sweets? I think you've been exaggerating, sir..."

- Yep. McIrish is a massive Buckley fan (like me). Very, very strange. We got to experience first hand his (admittedly rather good) musical tastes as part of our final lesson of the term, an enormous music quiz. And of these there have been many, this week. This, however, was the best. It ended up being incredibly competitive between Harry and I, glancing at each other and demanding "have you got it then?". We are both fans of Radiohead, The Cure, Pixies and the Manics, so there was only a point in it, in the end.

And now it is the end of term. Two glorious weeks sans KSF. I'd like to quickly thank everyone for the prezzies. Esp. Ben; I succumbed and and unwrapped the CD-shaped one as soon as I got home; now I'm infuriating everyone with Yard of Blonde Girls. I applaud him for crawling across the floors of HMV to find my heart's desire.

Note: What has happened to my national team, the soi-disant champions? I am most disappointed. Absolutely everyone underperformed; the only exceptions being the ever-steady Hoggard, an increasingly-assured Ian Bell and, my Personal Jesus (see below- and hopefully not too much of an insult to his religion) King Monty.The Sikh of Tweak. Love him, love him, love him.

That aside, I am feeling very Christmassy at last. I think it is the general good-will of my teachers, who have taken it upon themselves to demonstrate restraint in the giving of holiday homework. That and being in the best form in the world ever. We played racing nuns at break (thanks Gemma!), when we weren't being bear-hugged by Sam.

So I have the next couple of weeks to philosophise and read some Dickens. There is, as ever, no rest for the wicked.

- "Are you kidding? That's not my Jesus. Jordan dressed as a girl. He's my Jesus."

- "You pick your own Personal Jesus..."
- "Ah. Well done, Sir. Nice connection to the music round, well done..."

Even in this world of lies, you're still hopeful,

Very sexy; okay, okay...