Sod This For A Game Of Soldiers

I've had enough, I'm out of here. Going to go back home tonight, taking my stuff with me.
There's no point paying for the privilege of being in London when I only live a stone's throw away anyway. I'll probably apply for the Kazakhstan expedition too.

I've got "Seventeen" by Ladytron stuck in my head. It's kind of appropriate.

The Chinese finalists' dinner last night was well worth going to, with absolutely no unofficial nudge-nudge information about results at all. After the meal we younger, hipper students went to the Goose for beers with Fuehrer and Hockx. Which was pretty cool.