Cardamom

We’re going to the posh Indian restaurant on Saturday night. No Lindsay Joyner but Zoe Hall’s going and she’s not too shabby so might do for a reserve if we don’t track down Joyner on the night. I’m not that keen on Indian food and Ralph knows that, bloody knob. They always put nasty surprises in like cardamom pods. Biting into one of those is like eating your grandmother’s hand soap and really should be avoided at all costs. Bloody foreigners.. Abby MacKenzie’s going to Chez Marc with her lot. How the fuck did that happen?

George totally dissed Rosie after assembly this morning. He was walking with Becky and basically completely blanked Rosie when she tried to start up a conversation. He’s playing a dangerous game. There’s no way all that shit’s not going to come out in the wash. Hopefully on Saturday night in the JCR. CLASSIC!

I heard Colin Weston crying in his study last night. He’s next door to me and was obviously trying to make sure someone heard him. There was no way I was going to go in there and see him though. That would be SO homo. Thought about telling Matron but then just decided to turn up Pink Floyd on my headphones and play dumb. Must be hard for him but I’m buggered if I’m going to risk looking like a mincer just to make him feel better. He really shouldn’t be here at all. If Mother was about to pop her clogs I’d be making the most of it and taking some time out to get as much sympathy as possible. Some people just don’t have a bloody clue..

Speaking of Mother, I’d better try and give Sal a call. She’s promised to come down this weekend and let me drive her car. My test is on arsing Monday morning. Starting to seriously brick it now..