Women Are Not Impressed By Bigfoot!

This is not a tested theory, but rather one that I can safely assume would be the case: women probably don't appreciate being wooed by a man's belief in a mystical hairy fella running around some woods in North America.

Just as cladograms detailing the evolutionary line of extinct animals do not excite people as much as they excite me, I highly doubt that my tales of mid-tarsal breaks and dermal ridge orientation would hook the attention of a woman in a library, let alone a bar.

To be quite honest, I was hit on in a bar not too long ago - a week or so past, I reckon. In retrospect, it was my fault I didn't successfully woo her! She seemed like a perfectly lovely fresher, albeit very forward with her whole "You're a third year? You should by me a drink then" approach. With the benefit of hindsight, I wish that I'd told her "Yes, but only if you give me a kiss first" rather than "Not right now, maybe find me later?"

Then again, I also wish that I could resurrect dinosaurs and recreate Jurassic Park, so perhaps it's best my wishes don't come true.

Stars in Their Aisles!

My childhood can now pass peacefully into eternal rest! Let me explain:
Growing up, my house was somewhat typical of the time: Bullseye and Blankety Blank (which, for some reason, my parents weren't too pleased with me watching) dominated the family television, along with other legends of broadcasting, such as Stars in Their Eyes.

Today I saw Matthew Kelly, knocking about around Sainsburys. I didn't quite dare ask for a photograph, since he seemed pretty happy wandering about the vegetable aisle in sweet anonymity, but I could tell fro looking at him that beneath his scarf and beanie hat, this was the man who made every child dream of stardom.

Also, I didn't see him anywhere near the childrens' magazines or sweet shelves, so I think we can put that defaming rumour to rest as well. Although, not next to my childhood, if that's okay - I wouldn't particularly trust it.

There's a Waffle in the Oven

It's past midnight, I'm playing Halo: Reach with my housemate and, despite the fact that we have an important lecture in the morning, I have put a waffle in the oven. Not even sure if there's any ketchup to go with it, but I'm a food maverick!

Still, probably not doing anything for the sterotype attatched to students.