Meh

So this week I hand in a lab report. Next week MCNP. The week after it's C++. Suffice I'm feeling relatively murderous towards life and all creatures at this moment in time. Then again, because I'm shallow and easily entertained, it's not overly hard to buoy me up for at least a little while. So thank you to:

• Backstage at The Brits. Thank you to Ricky Wilson for being utterly and hilariously plastered. All other men backstage were boringly well mannered about not commenting on the sixty or so all-but-naked golden female dancers milling about. Your 'WOW! Look at all the girls!' comment, complete with inane grin and eyes popping out your head, made this LB giggle. Cheers for that.
  
• Chris Martin. Thank you for abandoning the ways of the teetotaler, instead choosing to swig from a huge bottle of Baileys, and later get all fanboy-y with Ricky Wilson, culminating in a very cool moment with the two you twining arms to do that joint drinking from champagne flutes thing.
  
• Franz Ferdinand. For knowing how to do revenge with class. Upon being ticked off by a hotel manager for snacking in the lobby, some may have just lost their rag and thrown a tantrum. I bow down to your decision to instead go ahead, have a great gig, and then give out the address of the hotel onstage and invite everyone back for an aftershow food party in the lobby. The 150 fans who turned up were delighted to spend almost an hour chatting with you all and shaking your hand. A job well done, sir.
  
• Alex of FF. For knowing how to deal with odd questions.
  Question: "Guys, are you gay or extremely gay?"
  Answer: "Moderately gay."
  
• Robert Hardy of FF. For just being Bob.