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Wednesday, 28 April 2004 00:38OK. Now, only this morning I had a conversation with
emony about how the world snooker championships were on at the moment and how I hadn't had the chance to see much of it because of classes. Then I said that I didn't mind much because it seemed that my ideal of snooker perfection (but, I must stress, only snooker perfection) Ronnie O'Sullivan had been knocked out in the first round. Which seemed bizarre, being that he's the greatest naturally talented snooker player since even before Alex Higgins... but that I'd heard a small amount of commentary that some big players including Steve Davis had been knocked out in the first round. I figured that I'd missed Ronnie's game (and pretty much every other game) because I was at classes during the daytime when a lot of the live coverage was on.
Or... I have such a bitch of a schedule, I've missed every single one of Ronnie's games, and practically everything except a snippet of a John Higgins game yesterday. Then I get back from class this evening (which included food at an italian restaurant) to find live coverage of a quarter final between Anthony Hamilton... and Ronnie O'Sullivan. I've missed so much I didn't even know who'd got through to the quarter finals! Man, I HATE MY TIMETABLE!
That said, I did catch the last 3 1/2 frames of the O'Sullivan/Hamilton match. Incendiary. When Ronnie is on, the man is unbeatable. I've seen him play some pisspoor snooker, but he was so good that by the penultimate frame, the other dude had practically given up so that Ronnie could win his 13th frame (it was best of 13) and they wouldn't have to go back in in the morning. Even O'Sullivan's dippy wire alice band to keep his hair out his eyes couldn't detract from it. I know I'm mostly bonkers to like snooker at all, and I'm really not the snooker sort when you think about it, but it was fabulous to watch. It was so great that Diarmuid's Great Adventure that followed it paled in insignificance, even though it was Bonkers!Maverick!Irish!Mad!Gardener Diarmuid Gavin and his quest to get a garden at the RHS Chelsea Flower Show. Actually, that just sounds kinda boring, although it was kinda funny cos the man is insane.
Of course, all that meant that I did very little (read: no) revision for my Big Exam tomorrow. I did quite a bit today during our breaks, and I found our teacher to be so unprepared to help us during class that I just left, but I should still do some more (at least complete the list of terms we need to know). I don't know how well I'm going to do, I really don't, because I don't honestly know how much of it all I've remembered and taken in. A lot of it is self-explanatory, but some of it isn't. I really didn't find class this morning at all helpful. It says a lot that I got more done sat on my own in the library listening to Led Zeppelin II.
AND! To add insult to injury, I got back this evening to find a parcel had arrived for me... now the security people take parcels in now (I've had to traipse across Sunderland in the past) but according to the card left in my letterbox, I can only go and get it between 1800-1900hrs. What kind of service is that? More than one day a week I don't get back until at least 7! Do they not realise that one measly hour of an evening is not always great for everyone? I appreciate that they're security dudes and not postmen, but a little flexibility would be nice. Hopefully I'll be in tomorrow to pick up stuff coming then, because I don't have class before the exam.
And so I shall now go. I'm not gonna go to bed until I've finished the list of terms, then I'm getting up sometime after ten (exam is at 2) to continue. Hopefully some of it will stay in my head- it's another 32 quid to retake, so I have a financial interest in not failing.
Lastly: I love Dean Martin. He never claimed to have done his own stunts.
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Or... I have such a bitch of a schedule, I've missed every single one of Ronnie's games, and practically everything except a snippet of a John Higgins game yesterday. Then I get back from class this evening (which included food at an italian restaurant) to find live coverage of a quarter final between Anthony Hamilton... and Ronnie O'Sullivan. I've missed so much I didn't even know who'd got through to the quarter finals! Man, I HATE MY TIMETABLE!
That said, I did catch the last 3 1/2 frames of the O'Sullivan/Hamilton match. Incendiary. When Ronnie is on, the man is unbeatable. I've seen him play some pisspoor snooker, but he was so good that by the penultimate frame, the other dude had practically given up so that Ronnie could win his 13th frame (it was best of 13) and they wouldn't have to go back in in the morning. Even O'Sullivan's dippy wire alice band to keep his hair out his eyes couldn't detract from it. I know I'm mostly bonkers to like snooker at all, and I'm really not the snooker sort when you think about it, but it was fabulous to watch. It was so great that Diarmuid's Great Adventure that followed it paled in insignificance, even though it was Bonkers!Maverick!Irish!Mad!Gardener Diarmuid Gavin and his quest to get a garden at the RHS Chelsea Flower Show. Actually, that just sounds kinda boring, although it was kinda funny cos the man is insane.
Of course, all that meant that I did very little (read: no) revision for my Big Exam tomorrow. I did quite a bit today during our breaks, and I found our teacher to be so unprepared to help us during class that I just left, but I should still do some more (at least complete the list of terms we need to know). I don't know how well I'm going to do, I really don't, because I don't honestly know how much of it all I've remembered and taken in. A lot of it is self-explanatory, but some of it isn't. I really didn't find class this morning at all helpful. It says a lot that I got more done sat on my own in the library listening to Led Zeppelin II.
AND! To add insult to injury, I got back this evening to find a parcel had arrived for me... now the security people take parcels in now (I've had to traipse across Sunderland in the past) but according to the card left in my letterbox, I can only go and get it between 1800-1900hrs. What kind of service is that? More than one day a week I don't get back until at least 7! Do they not realise that one measly hour of an evening is not always great for everyone? I appreciate that they're security dudes and not postmen, but a little flexibility would be nice. Hopefully I'll be in tomorrow to pick up stuff coming then, because I don't have class before the exam.
And so I shall now go. I'm not gonna go to bed until I've finished the list of terms, then I'm getting up sometime after ten (exam is at 2) to continue. Hopefully some of it will stay in my head- it's another 32 quid to retake, so I have a financial interest in not failing.
Lastly: I love Dean Martin. He never claimed to have done his own stunts.