Fyse's Floating Face

Contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly innacurate…

Category: university life

House Hunting II…

Bzzzz. “No answer. You’re sure it’s not the top flat?” “No, but we are meant to be meeting the agent. Don’t you think we should…” Bzzzzzzzzzzz. There is a pause then a loud rattle, followed eventually by a male voice, heavy with the aftermath of inebriation. “Hello?” “Hi there. We’re supposed to come and look […]

House Hunting…

“Christ, there’s about half a dozen buttons. Which one is it?” “Er, number 12. 12A” “I have ‘Smith’ or ‘Vickers’, and assorted illegibles. I’ll phone them, say we’re outside.” Fyse stands on the edge of the pavement, hands in pockets, scrutinizing his surroundings with pursed lips. “Ooh, look guys. There’s a Tesco’s right opposite, and […]

A Fresh Beginning…

This new start manifests itself in several ways… New city New job (sort of) New look website! Renewed enthusiasm for blogging (hopefully) So, to the first of these. I have relocated to the exotic climes of Bristol. My initial month-long investigations reveal that my new home varies in two primary ways from my old stomping […]

A facebook group chain…

The slightly sinister news feed on social networking site ‘facebook’ informs me that a friend of mine has just joined a new group called… I love volunteering! All very well and good. Laudable, even. In the related groups section… Marks and Spencers food is the best food in the world Ah, so that would be […]

Heat malaise…

Britons as a species have a tendency to be somewhat melodramatic about weather. An inch of snow has everyone buying tons of tinned goods before hunkering together for warmth. Anything greater than a stiff breeze and suddenly the ‘wrong sort’ of leaves are blown onto the railway lines. But this time it is actually pretty […]

Must do better…

Argh. I know, and I’m sorry. What excuse do I have for not writing, eh? My exams are out of the way, so I should have all the time in the world. But it just hasn’t worked like that, unfortunately. Still, I’ll make my excuses and promise to improve, since after this weekend things should […]

Phew, I’m ‘good’…

Cambridge has a particularly sadistic way of announcing exam results, where the class lists are posted for all to see outside the Senate House. They don’t tell us when exactly this will happen, so entire days can be spent repeatedly checking the boards, and my results were posted on Wednesday morning. I’m hugely relieved to […]

England 1, Paraguay 0

“Engaaaarrrrllllaaaaaannnnnd! We’re England till we die! Engaaaarleeeernd!” Through the assembled crowd a small group of thoroughly inebriated football fans career wildly, beers held high and tattooed torsoes crisping in the midday sun. Riding aloft is their mascot for the day, an inflatable young lady with legs akimbo and arms flailing wildly. Her synthetic anatomy is […]

‘The Fear’ and a disconcerting freedom…

With all the crushing inevitability of England losing in penalty shoot-outs, exam term is that ever present shadow on the horizon of life at university. Waiting to punish you for a year of revelry and frivolity, it reserves special retribution for the congenitally lazy. The atmosphere of Cambridge is palpably different and there is an […]

Ambivalence…

In around ten hours I sit the final exam of my entire degree, and I’m not feeling exactly ready. Results thus far suggest I’m probably hovering around the class boundary between 2i and 2ii. That effectively means ‘good’ or ‘poor’, and so this paper could well determine the course of my future career. They don’t […]