I apologise for giving this post such a terrible pun as a title, but I’m stuck for a couple of evenings in the luxury Bracknell Travelodge and it seems funny to me after a beer and probably the very worst cheeseburger I’ve eaten in, well, ever.
The food at the OUPS revision weekend at Warwick University was very much better (a constant topic of conversation being how much better it was than at the Bath University residential school) as was the company. It was great to bump into people from residential school, my tutor group and those I’d only ever communicated with online before. There were even two or three people who recognised me from this blog (*blushes*). As for a certain DD307 student, it was lovely to meet you, and I really don’t go in for rubber clothing. Of any kind!
Anyway, as I’m stuck in the wild party town that is Bracknell for the next couple of nights, I’m taking the opportunity to write up my handwritten notes from the chapters I took away on holiday with me (chapter15 on consciousness is here) and to finish tweaking TMA06. I’m also reflecting on what I’m going to revise for the exam (the consciousness chapter will be one of them), but I’ll post about that separately, probably tomorrow.
I don’t really have an axe to grind about Bracknell, it’s just that it’s not Derby and not home. What with holidays, the revision weekend and work, I don’t seem to have spent much time there recently.
Anyway, just to remind the family what I look like, this is me at the OUPS dinner and disco on Saturday night. I think the inappropriate wearing of yellow legwarmers suits me, don’t you? (Limes, thanks for the photo!)