This is Bat Country
An evening spent in the company of my university's union representatives is an evening I shan't get back. My misfortune at wandering into the post-election-results-party meant that I hobnobbed with the great and the good; ranging from the bizarrely amalgamated 'Medical & Postgraduate Students' Officer' to the curiously titled 'Pre-Clinical President' not to mention the ubiquitous 'Anti Racism Officer'.
The evening was of some benefit (I've given sufficient reason for my train of thought) - upon returning home I happened upon this article concerning some really rather groovy sounding psychedelic drugs. I have a particular interest in getting my hands on 70mg of 'dipthong'. Ultra-sensitive canine hearing? Yes please.
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I've always wanted to be a super hero. I've heard that being struck by lightning can make you immune to pain and improve your sense of smell. Team that with some human growth hormones and you're pretty much there. However, closer examination of my childhood memories reveal that I can actually trace my desire for super powers only as far back as the first time I watched X-men, aged 15. I have also never wanted to be a footballer or a rock star. I was a dull child, with reasonable hopes that show every chance of being fulfilled.
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