I know that England are a bit mad for the surveillance, but I was totally shocked the other day when I saw one of these fuckers driving around:
That's right; it's a car with a CCTV camera attached to the roof. Fucking hell.
I woke up the other morning to the sound of an alarm. Not an alarm clock, this was like a burglar alarm. I got up in a daze and found my Mam in the hall going 'What is that??". We couldn't figure out what set it off but eventually we turned it off. It was really bizarre. We went about our normal morning routines until I heard sirens blaring outside. I had a look out the window and saw a fire truck outside, and firemen coming into the garden. It was the fucking Smoke alarm, not the burglar alarm! The Fireman bashed on the door really heavily and I opened it.
'You're Smoke alarm's been off!' he said.
'I know, it went off by accident' I told him.
'We'll have to come in and have a look'.
Two big Fire lads came in and had a look at the smoke alarms and the control panel for the alarm system. Apparently our Smoke alarm and Burglar alarm are the controlled from the same panel and are run from the mains, with a backup battery pack in case of a blackout. It just so happened there had been a blackout the night before. The Fire fellas seemed to think that had something to do with it, but my Mam thinks it may have been the steam from her shower. If steam can set off SMOKE alarms. Anyway, they told us to ring up British Gas and ask them to reset our alarm, which we did. That's the boring conclusion to the story.
Me and Will went out on Monday for Freshers week. It was a hat party in the Students Bar. When we got there we realised that it was strictly only students allowed in. Luckily, Will managed to blag his way in, with me talking for him in parts. When Will told the bouncer that he was living at home rather than in Halls, he couldn't believe him. He said it was 'weird', as if no one did it. Dope.
The Hat party was only alright. I didn't get to talk to anyone really, except for a few people that Will happened to know. We ended up staying with them all night and moved on to another bar. It was a really nice bar that played pretty good music, but it only had one toilet each for guys and girls. Not even a fucking urinal. So the queue was huge.
Then I eneded up waiting about half an hour to get served a drink because the cunt barman totally ignored me. Then when I did get served, I learned that most places in England don't have Miller on tap, which sucked. So I settled for Carlsberg. I got two pints because I was fucked if I was going to try to get served again. The bar was closing soon anyway. I drank them much too fast, but luckily didn't get very drunk at all. When the bar shut, we decided to go to a club called Oceana, but when we got there the queue to get in was HUGE. Like it would have been at least an hours wait. Me and Will said 'fuck it', got some Subway (the veggie patty is gorgeous) and got the 24 hour bus home.
That's all for now!
C-Wrist.
I woke up the other morning to the sound of an alarm. Not an alarm clock, this was like a burglar alarm. I got up in a daze and found my Mam in the hall going 'What is that??". We couldn't figure out what set it off but eventually we turned it off. It was really bizarre. We went about our normal morning routines until I heard sirens blaring outside. I had a look out the window and saw a fire truck outside, and firemen coming into the garden. It was the fucking Smoke alarm, not the burglar alarm! The Fireman bashed on the door really heavily and I opened it.
'You're Smoke alarm's been off!' he said.
'I know, it went off by accident' I told him.
'We'll have to come in and have a look'.
Two big Fire lads came in and had a look at the smoke alarms and the control panel for the alarm system. Apparently our Smoke alarm and Burglar alarm are the controlled from the same panel and are run from the mains, with a backup battery pack in case of a blackout. It just so happened there had been a blackout the night before. The Fire fellas seemed to think that had something to do with it, but my Mam thinks it may have been the steam from her shower. If steam can set off SMOKE alarms. Anyway, they told us to ring up British Gas and ask them to reset our alarm, which we did. That's the boring conclusion to the story.
Me and Will went out on Monday for Freshers week. It was a hat party in the Students Bar. When we got there we realised that it was strictly only students allowed in. Luckily, Will managed to blag his way in, with me talking for him in parts. When Will told the bouncer that he was living at home rather than in Halls, he couldn't believe him. He said it was 'weird', as if no one did it. Dope.
The Hat party was only alright. I didn't get to talk to anyone really, except for a few people that Will happened to know. We ended up staying with them all night and moved on to another bar. It was a really nice bar that played pretty good music, but it only had one toilet each for guys and girls. Not even a fucking urinal. So the queue was huge.
Then I eneded up waiting about half an hour to get served a drink because the cunt barman totally ignored me. Then when I did get served, I learned that most places in England don't have Miller on tap, which sucked. So I settled for Carlsberg. I got two pints because I was fucked if I was going to try to get served again. The bar was closing soon anyway. I drank them much too fast, but luckily didn't get very drunk at all. When the bar shut, we decided to go to a club called Oceana, but when we got there the queue to get in was HUGE. Like it would have been at least an hours wait. Me and Will said 'fuck it', got some Subway (the veggie patty is gorgeous) and got the 24 hour bus home.
That's all for now!
C-Wrist.
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