Nuggets make the cake taste good...

The past week has been relatively quiet, but after looking back I realise that there was some interesting stuff. The beginning on Monday was really fun with the celebration of T. Birthday, we went with the usual lads to do a pub crawling. In case you don't know what it is, you go from pub to pub, at each pub everybody should take the same drink and leave straight away to another pub. It's very nice because you don't get stuck with the same people around all the evening and you get really pissed. So we crawled for 8 pubs until reaching a huge club where we start to dance like monkeys. (It wasn't on purpose...) I wrote about it in "My yesterday exploit". The club was so big, or we were so drunk that I lost almost all my mates except  A., after turning around several times, we decided to go back home. Funnily, he told me how much he will be missing me when I will left Leicester in one year (?!).I think he is really a good friend and I like him to pieces.

Tuesday, was the last evening of my Spanish friend R., I went to E. and Y. with a bottle of Corsica wine and some prosciutto to have dinner. R. had cooked some Spanish omelette with vegetable. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen while cycling this day and his wrist was painfull. After dinner, he realise that he couldn't sleep in this state, so he decide to go to ER to have his arm checked. It was 22h30, 12 hours before his plane to go back to Madrid... But he went to ER and it was the last time I saw him, I guess he couldn't come to say goodbye because of his wrist.

Usually I prepare some food the morning before going to gym and have my lunch time at the department tea room, but this week I went back home to have a quick lunch before going to work. It's quiet easy as I leave just minutes from the lab. One of my housemate was visited by his girlfriend this week, and I heard them a couple of time fucking when I was eating. It remind me my parents... I feel more home now.

R. is an Indian girl who has started a PhD for the same supervisor and in the same time as me. As she said she is 80% religious, she is a follower of the Sick cult and a very unusual character. She can't be very touching and very annoying, very loud and very silent, very smart and really dull. She is a poem in a language I don't get... We always have small arguments about.... everything, partly due because I can be quiet a provocative chap. On Monday morning, she arrived in the office and proudly without even a word show me some pictures of the Sikh demonstrating against the ban of  religious signs in school. I try to explain her the French feeling about that, but she didn't get it, there are no more deaf that people that plug their ears.

Some nice staff happened in JoeUser, the shattering arrival of Sir Peter Maxwell, that I found very funny like a lot of other citizen here. I have written my first French blog, due largely of the meeting with Gar, a Moroccan guy that seems a nice writer. I have also start a collaborating story with Edmund Falgui, it is becoming very fun, thanks to the intervention of Sir Peter Maxwell, I have also learn the my porn name is Daniel Picasso and if I was a Simpson I would be Lisa - Simpsons Test. I had decide to stop borrowing whole article to publish them on my blog. There has been some controversy around that here.

Well, it looks like a quiet good week finally...