Just finished my last exam. Meh. Didn't go as well as I'd hoped. See, Epistemology & Metaphysics and Ethics & Politics are both subjects in which you can basically just think hard for a half hour and write a really good essay. Elementary Logic is like basic maths, and good fun to boot. But Greek and Modern Philosophy are both more like History; you have to know what a bunch of dead guys once thought. And, due to the no revision whatsoever, I was a bit behind on whether or not "Locke distinguishes in a coherant way between the primary and secondary qualities of objects". I could waffle on about what those qualities were, and did in fact do so, but as to what Locke wrote... Completely Blank Stare.

Oh well, exams finished, four month summer holiday, yay.

Also, I woke up this morning to find a very strange message on my phone. Here it is:


2002.05.27.16.42

"It's Razz here, calling you from Greenham's. It's, uh, just gone twenty to five. I... on my way down to you now, unfortunately I was stuck in a bit of traffic which is why I wasn't able to get to you earlier. I am on Twickenham Road now as we speak and I will drop those jackets for you, at your security reception, for you to have first thing tomorrow morning."


What's so strange, you ask? Only the fact that I know no-one called "Razz", have never heard of "Greenham's", and what was he gibbering about "jackets"? I do, however, have a "security reception", because I live in halls of residence.

So. Were there a bunch of jackets witing for me there this morning? No!

Pah. Probably a wrong number. Want to hear my stupendously funny answering machine message? I'll make sure I don't answer. And remember that it's a UK number. Though I don't know if that matters with mobiles...