Schizophrenic Chav and Pub Crawls

Well, needless to say the cold has come and gone, I'm now full of energy and crackin on with the final few weeks before the big dissertation is handed in!

Firstly, its official that 'Sam the Chav' is no longer an official chav. You voted in your thousands and the results show a 50 - 50 divide. So we can conclude that Mr Sammy Foulger is schitzophrenic chav - sometimes he is one, sometimes he's not. The end. Any suggestions for the next poll get in touch.

Recently, through the piles of work we have all been trying to get through, its strange to think that we'll be finished in no less than 5 weeks, not including the hand ins after easter. And thats it! the end of our university career, what everyone talks about being the 'best years of our life.' Its been bloody good, but I won't start getting all emotional now cos i got plenty of time to do that in a month...

Speaking of time going quick, I sometimes think that as hard as it is being a 3rd year, I'm not getting the pleasure of a social life as much as I'd like to, in comes all the sensibility and responsibility of actually decent essays and non-stop library sessions, when all I wanna do is throw it all in and get drunk....so I did....

You can tell when you've got a good one when you can have a yummy lunch and decide to take the day off and go on a spontaneous pub crawl with your man. We had such a laugh and was actually a novelty to see him during the day! We made every effort to get in as many pubs as we could, particularly wearing a footie shirt, we even made it into a restaurant. Diamond. During the evening of our adventure we caught up with old friends, carried on the doubles and walked home with a smile on our faces. Our day of spontenaety and happy hours were over, without hangover in sight.

(I know what your thinking, "where do they get their money from?" well, to be honest I'm not entirely sure, I haven't checked my bank balance. But the fact I haven't been out in ages kinda made it possible. If I'm complaining of being completely skint in a couple of weeks you can remind me, but I wouldn't care cos I had so much fun!)

Colds are bloody annoying!

As hopefully one day I will be Doctor Ana Harrison though not medically I highly recommend the following...if you have a cold, DO NOT ATTEND LECTURES! Yesterday I mentioned I would be over my cold by today which failed miserably. I stubbornly went to my 9am lecture this morning refusing to give in to the lurgy. What a mistake. my nose was either blocked and i couldnt breathe, running like linford christie and i was hesitantly yet constantly (and awkwardly) blowing my nose as quietly as possible. Thing is, the more i left it to grab the tissue my throat got more and more tickly making me cough. I can't win. Breathing deeply out of your mouth make you look like an idiot so you can't win!! Plus a crowded lecture theatre in the morning where people have freshly sprayed perfume/aftershave is baaad!! Therefore I recommend staying in bed, its the best thing to do.

I also recommend slapping on the vaseline straight after the blowing of the nose. Yes your nose will be shiny like a disco ball, but its either that or looking like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Its still 10 months and 15 days til christmas so that look isnt the fashion right now.

Tomorrow we are all going down for Rachel's 21st in sexy essex, soooo excited!! Happy 21st Birthday Rachel! Get the stilettos out we're on our way!!

Ann Summers, Man Flu and Sam the Chav???

"I think I'm Coming!!!"

Not your standard phrase to call out when you're playing bingo, but when its bingo at your housemate's Ann Summers party, anything goes. More still, when you get all the numbers on your piece of paper, making the noise of an animal having an orgasm was enough to break the whole antarctic, not just the ice in your vodka. It was even better Helen got the full house first, the quietest of the group, best still, she had to try and fake an orgasm in the style of a rabbit. Priceless.

Last night's girlie night was fab, lots of talk about cocks and how if a man's penis could magically evolve to have two little vibrating bunny ears at the base, then no man on earth would have to worry about being unloved. Genius. Lots of purchases, lots of wine, lots of debate about which vibrator and swapping notes. The men of lincoln are lucky buggers with their girlfriend's purchases, lets hope Valentines day we are well appreciated! For all you unlucky ladies who missed out last night have no fear cos Andrea and I are hosting another party the tuesday after Easter holidays, the 25th April so write it in your diary!!

Now, as we're on the subject of men, Man Flu is going round. Fair enough they have colds and feel a bit rough, its the 'feeling sorry for myself' bit that what defines it as actual 'Man Flu'. What is it with boys when they have a cold, moan about it, yet when we try to suggest anything like Vitamin C, plenty of water and Beechams, they think we are the dumbest alive for coming up with such a thing?! Now, I have to mention that I have caught a cold off of Dixon from when I saw him yesterday. I am not feeling sorry for myself, instead I am drinking water and orange juice, got some vaporub and vaseline and I bet you anything I'll be dandy as a dodo tomorrow.

Now for this weeks survey, please feel free to comment and give your rating, after all, this is a interactive website.

Sam Foulger is a lovely lad who comes from Norwich. Born and Bred, he loves his hometown, obsessed by the football club and likes going to townie clube with his mates. Sam gets a lot of stick up here in Lincoln for looking a bit like a Chav. Now, I would never say he was a full blown one, but needless to say he doesnt help matters. Here is a picture and so please decide for yourself. A summary of results will follow soon. (Sorry Sam x)

Chav or No Chav?

(Not to sway things or anything, but the bracelet and goldie lookin chain are there, just not visible.)

In other news, I've started a 'wheres the best hot chocolate in Lincoln?' Results coming soon!!

A xxx