good things about this week

1. Playing risk while drinking ouzo and wearing party hats

2. Sunday afternoon walks and staying on a swing set for a good hour

3. That episode of Girls that ends with Fleet Foxes

4. Running down the middle of the street and stopping traffic with hundreds of others to go see Noam Chomsky speak

5. Sitting round the table after dinner thinking up insulting nicknames for eachother

midnight sun

 

St Andrews is ridiculously light in summer (it only really gets dark between one and three) and we get to enjoy the most amazing stars and sunsets. After a day in the office and a couple of G+T's, dusk is the perfect time to hike illicitly across the golf course and watch the town start to light up in the blue from West Sands. 

weekend

 

 

Say what you like about 9-5 life, I think it's great. You get to leave all your shit in the office, say TGIF with authority, and forget about it till Monday morning. This week we had numerous lovely house guests and friends over for dinner, chat and stupid youtube videos almost every night. The weekend was filled with frozen margaritas, very sweaty dancing, brunches, beach walks, curries, and that specific type of uncontrollable crying laughter where you know everyone will hate you if you don't stop very soon but you just can't. And it doesn't hurt that I'm actually kind of looking forward to getting back to my internship tomorrow. 

filmic endeavours

So in my time between exams and interning, I managed to make another little film last week. Music by Yann Tiersen. 

the start of summer

 

 

The past month of so has been entirely unphotogenic, filled as it has been with exams, clouds and early nights. The weather gods have been kind with us since though - for the post-exam week we had glorious, sunburn-inducing heat, perfect for the traditional leavers' soaking ritual, bike rides, picnics, Pimms on the pier, cider at the Balgrove Larder Steak Barn, lunch at the Seafood Restaurant, smoothies and a harmonica in the cathedral grounds, beers and smokes in the garden, and much else besides. And when the fog did hit, we sheltered beneath an old parachute in the sand dunes (naturally) and played ridiculous drinking rules during Eurovision. St Andrews, you do summer good.

may ball

 

 

 

 

 

Last night was the Kate Kennedy Club's annual May Ball. I haven't attended since first year, but it was one of the best nights of the year. The sun came out just in time for champagne at a friend's and some photos by the sea at Kinkell Farm, before heading in to dinner and alot of wine accompanied by a jazz band! We screamed our head off on fairground rides, drank way too many gin and tonics, ate oysters, tried absinthe and danced until 3am. Luckily we managed to grab a taxi before the rush for buses began and raved all the way home as our driver assured us "I bring the party wherever I go"... I think a day in bed is much needed after an amazing night.

margaritas

 

 

 

Through Gabby I've been lucky enough to meet a wonderful bunch of Spanish-speaking friends. This Friday we headed for Mexican food and margaritas at The Grill House and The Vic to celebrate Cristina's birthday and talked girl-crushes, recent erotic publications, and the merits of metrosexual haircuts.

21st

 

 

After a very long two weeks of presentations, essays, interviews and 12 hour work shifts, the pressure is finally off a bit. We celebrated with drinks for my awesome friend Sazzle's 21st birthday... perhaps too many drinks, as the above note to myself shows what happens when you come up with an "amazing idea for a poem" when drunk. 

easter

Before heading back up to the Bubble I managed to get to my Gran's for our family Sunday dinner on Easter. It was so good to see everyone (especially my cousin's baby Maddy who's gotten so big!) As per, the ladies did the washing up while the men watched the football after dinner. Oddly enough I don't mind this at my Gran's and actually love the old-fashioned-ness of it. At 5 o'clock we sat down to tea and Gran gave me some holy water from mass: only at the Blair's.