Last night was the first French Cricket social of the season, and apparently everything went really well. I didn't actually manage to get there until about half an hour from the end, but what I did see of it was pretty good stuff and everyone was in high spirits. There has been a fairly good subscribership this year and it filled out the bar.

The reason I didn't get in as early as I would have liked was due to a separate social that started at our house unintentionally. I wasn't going to ruin everyone else's fun by dragging people off, and it was a good laugh anyway. Swede, Irish Johnny, Duffy, Chicken and Tongy joined us for a few bottle of that revolting stuff called Zeppelin cider. I can't believe I even touch that stuff. Yes it's cheap. Yes, we're students. Yes it's alcoholic. No it's not drinkable. The taste reminds me of Echos house vodka mixed with lemonade.

Some poker and tower's bar later we got to the union where the fun continued. I saw a lot of people that I've not seen in a long while, some of them I'm sure I can't remember. Most randomly, Ritchie, Swan's mate from home, just turned up at one point. Swan lives in Essex.

The night before had been spent in Tower's Bar as well. Being elections time at the uni, hustings had been arranged for 6pm. Jono and I cruised over with some questions to poke at the prospective candidates. It's a good thing too. Nobody else really had anything to ask, and it gave me an opportunity to stand up and make people laugh (in a non-pointing and staring way), which I really get a buzz from.

Tonight Ibs and I are going off to see Jack Johnson. Lacking tickets as of yet is a concern, but we're looking to buy there. Should be a good if not slightly expensive night.

I need to crack on with MDP2, my washing and buying food as I'm going to starve soon.