I’m not ‘boring’. I’m English.
Alarms and Duvets.
So my plans for the day got cancelled and shifted and the weather was… rrrrrrrrrubbish so I decided to not go to St Annes. So, my walk on the beach on Thursday. Hear that weather Gods? I would like good weather on Thursday. The annoying thing about it is that the schools in the area all close today or tomorrow so there will be… y’know… kids… around. I’m hoping that they are all taken to sunnier climes by their loving parents and I get some of the dunes to myself… Just for a couple of minutes… Please.
Speaking of schools – Mum’s broke up today with a traditional setting off of the fire alarm by some little scrote. Why do kids do this? What is funny about it? I remember at uni, when living in halls, there wasn’t a week that went by without the alarm being set off in the middle of the night.
We’d all have to gather outside, dressed in pyjamas, dressing gowns and covered in duvets and blankets while we waited for the not ever cute fire brigade to show up. There was always the couple who would be caught inflagrante delicto, and the more drunk ones would usually be naked and flashing. Others would always bring a bottle of two. There was usually a bottle of wine floating around – it was one of the reasons people kept corkscrews by the door.
Yeah, it was that kind of hall.
God, I miss those times.
Yeah, it’s a little tangently nostalgic here today.
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about 2 years ago
We always had the fire alarm pullers right when finals were going on, so that if you were trying to sleep so you’d be fresh for your test the next morning, or if you were trying to pull an all nighter…… you were just screwed! And we had anal retentive campus police who checked the crowd for alcohol and such as well, a no-no with our restrictive open container laws here. Bastards.
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about 2 years ago
Those were the days, indeed. Sometimes we used to set off the fire alarm if we ran out of wine. Guaranteed way to get a drink.
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about 2 years ago
blondefabulous – I was so glad (at the time) that our campus security (also known as the guy on reception who called us when the pizza arrived) didn’t care how much we drank… we usually had a beer for him floating around… It was all the fun plus a little bit more.
Selma – There was a guy downstairs (who’s room was right next to one of the alarms) who always used to ask as soon as we got outside… and he always had a glass with him too… Hmmm… Suspicious much? Mind you, he was the epitome of ‘yum’ so if you had, you gave…
about 2 years ago
I didn’t go to Uni but that really does sound a lot like my boarding school! ;o)
Yes, say it, it’s no wonder I turned out the way I did heh!
about 2 years ago
Penelope – Ah, boarding school – I read far too many Trebizon books as a kid and desperately wanted to go! (You do know all the men are right now having their little girl boarding school fantasies!)