I've just got back from a meal out with my parents and Mike Davies' (not to be confused with Mike Davies) family. It was alright. He's starting Lancaster University on Sunday (he's in Fylde college) so his parents thought it would be good for him to know someone who had already experienced Freshers' Week and could let him know what to expect. Also it was a chance for them to catch up as they have been friends for about 100 years. My dad sat in the corner and joined in conversation with slurred speech about 5 minutes after they'd finished.
I can't wait to be back in Lancaster with Liz because it's much better than being in Garswood without her.
I started packing today. Now I've got two half empty bags that are half full with pens and notepads and files and folders. There is also a bag that has the books Liz brought for me to read last time she was here. More on that later. I'm going to spend tomorrow packing everything up apart from my laptop so I can go early on Saturday morning and arrive in time to have a decent pick of the kitchen space.
At the weekend I tried to get a new machine head for my acoustic guitar but none of the shops had a spare one for me to buy. I didn't fancy paying £15 for six when I only need one. I'll try the shops in Lancaster next week and if I can get a replacement I'll ask my dad to bring the guitar up on his way to/from work.
Over the last few weeks I've been reading and reading and playing Golden Sun and reading. But I got bored of Golden Sun when I decided I wanted a load of rare items and it was taking me too long to get them. The Bartimaeus Trilogy was fantastic and I had wished that it wouldn't end and I could just keep reading it forever. Obviously I eventually got to the end so I started An Abundance Of Katherines. I'm up to chapter six. I wanted to like it, really I did, but it's just so silly and the main character is so annoying. As if anyone would know 19 people called Katherine - none of whom shorten their name in any way and none of them spell it 'Catherine' - and all of them would be the same age as him (or close enough) and all of them would date him (and then dump him). Even more ridiculous is that he isn't even 18 yet. 19 girlfriends before turning 18 is hard to believe but I could cope with it and call it poetic license. I think I could accept 19 girlfriends all called Katherine, too, if there was the possibility that some of them shortened their name or spelled it with a 'C' or both. But K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E 19 times? It's taking things a bit too far. However, I wanted to like it so I just went with the flow. Then I found out how annoying the main character is. He's so depressed because of being dumped for the 19th time by someone called Katherine. He needs to man the fug up (fug? Surely that should be fuck?). If he's smart enough to come up with a theorem that "predicts the future of any relationship", as the synopsis on the back cover seems to suggest, then he should be able to work out that he might be better off trying a girl with a different name. I know it isn't correct to think that the next Katherine will follow the trend and dump him - each Katherine should be independent of the others - just like it isn't correct to think 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 won't come up on the lottery. But, despite it having as much chance as any other combination of six numbers between 1 and 49, you'd never make 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 the numbers you pick every week. Similarly, you wouldn't risk another heartbreak with another Katherine after being dumped 18 times by girls called Katherine. And that's why it's my pick of the week.
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