Its been a while since my last blog, so I'll give a few of the edited highlights. In social news I went to the first formal dinner I've been to for AGES. It wasn't as good as the Reading formal dinners, as they don't have the facilities to provide any entertainment in this hall, it was a case of dressing up, being served food and running off. Still, I got to wear my dinner suit! I even bought a black shirt and a white bow-tie, which I ended up not wearing in favor of the traditional white shirt, black tie, on the grounds that the traditional sartorial choice doesn't make me look like a vicar. Still a good time was had by all and we went to a really good house party afterwards.
I've been going out to a few clubs and pubs in Nottingham lately, and I've been really impressed. Its pretty much possible to find music to suit any taste, and I'm yet to feel threatened or nervous in any of the clubs.
Life on my corridor has been entertaining of late, with the primary source of entertainment being the increasingly bizarre behavior of one of our residents. Formerly a sane and rational human being, this individual, who I shall refer to as Mr.X, has caught the next train to crazy, first stop - irrational paranoia. First of all came the bins.... Mr. X, not known for his dedication to the cleanliness of our shared kitchen, failed to take the bins out when it was his turn. Petty I know, and to be honest everyone forgets once in a while, but it obviously upset someone, because that evening, the bin bags had been laid neatly outside his door. Mr. X was understandably upset at first, but then elevated past "understandably" and shot straight to "witch-hunt". The findings of the witch-hunt?... Apparently it was boB!!!! This is news to me, as I must of been having an out of body experience at the time. This is in some ways good, if I can get more bad things attributed to me, maybe I can build up some kind of reputation, I like the idea of getting something for nothing, even if it's a non-existing secret life of petty pranks. Maybe it will lead to increasingly non-existent and dangerous stunts until eventually I commit an imaginary crime......
Anyway, in the real world, I now have to deal with an increasingly crazy person who thinks that I'm a bin-moving criminal mastermind, out to get him and his little dog too.... Apparently I got off lightly. One night he went into his neighbor's room, started an argument, during which the neighbor committed a terrible act... He called Mr. X a name!!! Mr. X did what any self-respecting crazy person would do, and reported him to the warden for harassment. Apparently the three people who live near him, (both neighbor's and the guy who lives opposite) are involved in a cunning regime of harassment, lead by the name-calling genius. It is a regime so cunning and of such brilliant subtlety that no-one else knows about it. Crimes committed include "tampering with locks" and of course, one incident of name-calling, which reportedly left Mr.X feeling "uncomfortable". The cold-hearted bastards!!
Of course, blogging about Mr. X's decline to insanity is probably not going to help the old paranoia if he finds out, so I'll probably not make a regular feature of it, (initial ideas included an updatable meter with various stages of craziness marked out, you know the kind of thing, at the bottom end of the scale would be "children's tv presenter" where behavior is bizarre, but probably explainable, and at the top end would be killing people for being part of a great squirrel conspiracy.)
I'm off to visit Alice's family this weekend, and there a few things planned for next week which maybe blog-worthy, so I will be back soon! For now, I'm off, my foil hat has detected my neighbor has been talking to the squirrels again...
