A lot's happened in the last while, but I can't really remember that far back, so I based the title on very recent and extremely exciting things.
Andy Lovell, David Glover and I were all walking back from Bridge 2 in Buckhurst hill to Andy's own abode in Woodford. We'd had a pretty live night at XL and it seemed like a good idea at the time. It actually still seems like it was a good idea now. I guess it was a good idea.
We spent the first few minutes of the walk talking about muggers and what we would do if confronted with one. We all had this wonderful and naive idea that muggers are stupid, and that if you talk to them or just (as Andy Lovell put it) 'completely spazz out', they get really confused and run away. I like to think that I could talk my way out of getting mugged, and I've heard mad stories of Christians who get mugged and then start shouting in tongues at the knife wielding delinquents threatening to stab them. Regardless of your spiritual beliefs, you'll probably just back away if the person who's wallet your trying to take starts yelling gibberish at you with disturbing fluency.
Anyways, I started thinking it would be hillarious and ironic if we all got mugged. What happened next was equally hillarious, and also somewhat ironic. We walked past Woodford station and then on down the foresty road when a police dog van stalled behind us and then pulled up. "It's alright lads, I don't think she's pulling us over." Joked Andy.
She was. It doesn't even stop there. She gets out the van, approaches us and says policing things like 'Excuse me boys, can I just ask you where you're going?"
We all tell her we're going to Andy's house and, when questioned further, that we had come from Buckhurst Hill. It turns out that a crime had happened on a train coming from Buckhurst Hill, and we'd just left the station, which probably made her a bit suspicious when she asked how we'd gotten here and we said we'd walked.
"Yeah sorry," she says "It's just that a suspect's been reported to have been wearing a jumper that looks a lot like yours."
We're a little bewildered. She's talking to David Glover, who's wearing a very Glover-esque mulitcolored, stripy, handknitted number. He pulls it off nicely, but if you saw someone wearing it you would know for a fact that they had never commited any crime in their entire life. She does a little bit of radioing and, just like in the movies, three police cars all pull up at exactly the same time around us, six constables get out and mill around in a circle. They look like they kind of already know we aren't criminals, and are probably thinking sexist and unproffesional things about how their female colleage has managed to "apprehend" another "suspect". Then one of them looks Dave up and down and says, "No, that's not him. He wouldn't have survived." Survived? Seriously? This is all pretty exciting now. They let us go, and on the way back we see a low flying police helicopter doing a sweep, and a train stopped on the tracks, with all the lights on and all the doors open. We're very excited, and I keep wanting to be arrested again for Dave's illegal jumper, but it doesn't happen.
Anyways, my shortlived scuff with the feds has come to an end and now I back to my first day of proper school.
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(More than a month later)
Hello again. I didn't publish this, so now I will. I'm back on the blogging hype now. You've heard it all before. Anyway, hopefully you'll be getting your regular fix of Dave a little more frequently now. Also on my list of things to fail at committing to are:
- Resuming my proactive approach to study.
- Understanding / doing UCAS things
- Writing outside of study and blogging.
In recent news, I just handed in a personal statement applying for engineering. It was computer science a couple of months ago, and I might make the next one English. Fun, indecisive times. I'm making a poll as to what I should study at uni. I don't really care what you think, but it adds user interactivity. Maybe I should put some of my smaller decisions down to a user vote. I like that idea.
Andy Lovell, David Glover and I were all walking back from Bridge 2 in Buckhurst hill to Andy's own abode in Woodford. We'd had a pretty live night at XL and it seemed like a good idea at the time. It actually still seems like it was a good idea now. I guess it was a good idea.
We spent the first few minutes of the walk talking about muggers and what we would do if confronted with one. We all had this wonderful and naive idea that muggers are stupid, and that if you talk to them or just (as Andy Lovell put it) 'completely spazz out', they get really confused and run away. I like to think that I could talk my way out of getting mugged, and I've heard mad stories of Christians who get mugged and then start shouting in tongues at the knife wielding delinquents threatening to stab them. Regardless of your spiritual beliefs, you'll probably just back away if the person who's wallet your trying to take starts yelling gibberish at you with disturbing fluency.
Anyways, I started thinking it would be hillarious and ironic if we all got mugged. What happened next was equally hillarious, and also somewhat ironic. We walked past Woodford station and then on down the foresty road when a police dog van stalled behind us and then pulled up. "It's alright lads, I don't think she's pulling us over." Joked Andy.
She was. It doesn't even stop there. She gets out the van, approaches us and says policing things like 'Excuse me boys, can I just ask you where you're going?"
We all tell her we're going to Andy's house and, when questioned further, that we had come from Buckhurst Hill. It turns out that a crime had happened on a train coming from Buckhurst Hill, and we'd just left the station, which probably made her a bit suspicious when she asked how we'd gotten here and we said we'd walked.
"Yeah sorry," she says "It's just that a suspect's been reported to have been wearing a jumper that looks a lot like yours."
We're a little bewildered. She's talking to David Glover, who's wearing a very Glover-esque mulitcolored, stripy, handknitted number. He pulls it off nicely, but if you saw someone wearing it you would know for a fact that they had never commited any crime in their entire life. She does a little bit of radioing and, just like in the movies, three police cars all pull up at exactly the same time around us, six constables get out and mill around in a circle. They look like they kind of already know we aren't criminals, and are probably thinking sexist and unproffesional things about how their female colleage has managed to "apprehend" another "suspect". Then one of them looks Dave up and down and says, "No, that's not him. He wouldn't have survived." Survived? Seriously? This is all pretty exciting now. They let us go, and on the way back we see a low flying police helicopter doing a sweep, and a train stopped on the tracks, with all the lights on and all the doors open. We're very excited, and I keep wanting to be arrested again for Dave's illegal jumper, but it doesn't happen.
Anyways, my shortlived scuff with the feds has come to an end and now I back to my first day of proper school.
****
(More than a month later)
Hello again. I didn't publish this, so now I will. I'm back on the blogging hype now. You've heard it all before. Anyway, hopefully you'll be getting your regular fix of Dave a little more frequently now. Also on my list of things to fail at committing to are:
- Resuming my proactive approach to study.
- Understanding / doing UCAS things
- Writing outside of study and blogging.
In recent news, I just handed in a personal statement applying for engineering. It was computer science a couple of months ago, and I might make the next one English. Fun, indecisive times. I'm making a poll as to what I should study at uni. I don't really care what you think, but it adds user interactivity. Maybe I should put some of my smaller decisions down to a user vote. I like that idea.
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