Again, this isn’t the much anticipated account of show week, but rest assured that the account of Me and My Girl’s astounding success is in the pipeline. Big events that provide mountains of blogging material, but no time to write as things happen, pose rather a problem. Considering the amount of time I devote to description of the most inconsequential things, I want to give enough time to things that are actually interesting. The upshot of this is that I never quite get round to writing anything at all. In the mean time, I shall continue as normal…

Actually, if you’re interested, you can now find a load of photos from M&MG in the galleries section of the site. There are photos from rehearsals and social events, as well as backstage. They will most likely be terminally boring to anyone not involved, but feel free to take a look if you have idle moments to fill. There are over one hundred and sixty, so don’t feel obliged to trawl through them all…

I have had yet another morning where attendance to lectures did not feature, but I spent the afternoon in the lab. I’m afraid the week since my last post has not seen significant change, and I am still finding it wholly unedifying. Having finished the first stage of the experiment, I am now not only counting decay events, but also measuring things such as the curvature of lines and the angle between them. Having reached third year undergraduate physics I consider myself above the use of a protractor, an infernal device not used since GCSE, but regression to such primitive methods is obligatory. Proper particle physicists would just get a computer to do all this crap…

In other news, the Cambridge weather has been really irritating of late. As a rule, I have no problem with snow, since any minor inconvenience is more than balanced by its beautifying effect and the fun and frolics it affords. As a kid, snow was a blessing beyond all others, providing opportunities to lose extremities to frost bite, and perhaps even a day off school. There has been a lot of snow falling from the Cambridge skies over the last week or so, but infuriatingly it has not settled once. Even more frustrating than this, however, was trying to take photos of Cambridge in snow last year, when almost every view had some crummy snowman in the foreground. Inebriated students do not make good sculptors. That said, last time it snowed in Cambridge a snow cat appeared in the centre of main court overnight, and photos of it were even put on the official college website. (St Catharine’s College is nicknamed Catz, in case some of you were confused. It wasn’t a randomly chosen animal.)

Tonight I will be doing work, and lots of it. I have two supervisions on Friday, as well as data to analyse for this project, and a very packed social schedule to boot. I must find time to play some pool this evening, though, since we have a crucial match tomorrow evening. The mighty Catz IVths are pushing for promotion to the first division, belying our unimpressive name, and a solid victory tomorrow could see us a long way to achieving our goal. Fingers crossed, eh?