When the lights are turned down low

Ohmygod. Moebius. I think I loved it. I think I did. I don't know for sure, though...

Y'see, I watched it from eight as usual. At half eight, advert break number two, my mother was on the warpath. She wanted to watch her serial of choice, Astitva: Ek Prem Kahani. I appreciate I haven't mentioned it for a while, but it's still going strong - long-lost relatives, violent deaths, soppy romances and dead brides and all. Tonight's episode was about a kidnapping. Nothing happened for the whole half an hour. But that half an hour overlapped with the second half of Moebius. And no amount of persuading, whining and bitching would shift her.

So I had to relinquish the Sky box to soppy Hindi melodrama just as I got to the bit where you-know-who gets into you-know-what and whoosh. The only other bit of the episode I got to see was the bit during the Astitva advert break, and it was oh-so-perfect in so many ways.

However, my parents are going out tomorrow and Sky Mix are repeating it. I may well survive until then.

Anyway!

There is other news that is squeeworthy. I've been published in Time! A couple of weeks ago I was ranting about George W. Bush and some article written in the magazine, and Pedar got fed up and yelled at me till I wrote some of it down. I emailed it to them just because, and they've published it. It's on the letters page, some distance along, with my name and "Merseyside, UK" underneath.

Squee.

In other news, I was asleep in Politics today - legitimately, as the lesson hadn't started - and jerked up suddenly as Mr Evans said: "I like eating off women."

I stared at him. The whole class stared at him.

"Not literally!" he yelled, but we were all falling apart quietly on the floor.

He's a wonderful teacher, but there are occasions when he shouldn't be allowed to talk. I can't even remember the context. I don't think it matters.

The school is still being painted yellow. I wish they would stop doing it. And I had to fight my way through first-years to get to the library today. I wanted some peace and quiet because I've decided I really ought to take up Latin again. Everyone I've told this to has looked at me strangely. Anyway, I borrowed the first book of Cambridge Latin and am once again immersed in the adventures of Caecillus and his motley crew.

It's amazing how quickly it comes back to you. I was reading aloud Mother-Goose style: "Caecillius est pater. Caecillius sedet in horto. Cerberus est canis. canis in via latrat. Grumio est coquus. Grumio in culina dormit. canis est in mensa."

Within a minute or two, half a dozen people were shouting the translations. Fun. In one day, I have covered nominative and accusative cases for three delenclensions of verbs (singular and plural) and present, perfect and imperfect tenses. It all comes flooding back.

Yes, before that digression I was talking about first-years. Really, when I was a first-year I was terrified of sixth formers. The ones we've got now shout and stamp through regardless. There's also the one Miranda's dubbed Snotty Blonde Third, who comes up to total strangers and tells them, chapter and paragraph, which of the school rules they're breaking. The first time she told me not to eat in the library I just stared, Twix in hand, gaping. There's another first-year (or maybe second - her uniform tells me) I see at Blundellsands most days, snuggled with her boyfriend. Who is about my age. Consequently my internal commentary calls her Lolita.

Quiz tomorrow. Highlight of my year. Should go to bed.

But before that, that thing that's going around, in which I tell you about ten things I've done that you probably haven't. Nicked from thieving_gypsy.

1. Been threatened by Corin Nemec and a replica zat gun. Really!
2. Spent Christmas Day on horseback in the foothills of the Himalayas.
3. Spent a month in intensive care.
4. Been carried onto a plane.
5. Been interviewed for PPE and Medicine degree courses within two months of each other. Come on, no-one's crazy enough to do that.
6. Melted a test-tube into blobby glass. Okay, maybe lots of people have done that. But I did mine with style.
7. Got no marks at all in an A2 module examination.
8. Got full marks in a resit of the same module.
9. Started a cult.
10....no. I am boring. There is nothing else.

Night, all.