Bunts & Henn

      Two posts in two days, it's a rare occurrence but I've finally managed to pull it off. I win this one unavoidable laziness! I always think it's such a shame that I'm quite a lazy person; if I wasn't I'd do things, loads of them. Not just small things either, but a few big ones too. It'd be great.
     Today's been one of those days that feels very busy, as though one has done a decent amount of activities. While in reality, I've actually done relatively little. After a rather modest breakfast of Weetabix and a yoghurt, I clambered into a train headed for Truro, where a miniature IB (International Baccalaureate) reunion took place in Bunters bar:

Getting drunk at 2pm in the afternoon has never been so good =D  Was nice to see a few of the home chums again, it's weird going for so long at university without seeing any of them. Another "that's life" moment I guess (cue Sinatra).
      After chilling for a good few hours at Bunts, Philip and I headed back on a train, enjoying the scenery and the Wishing Tree on the journey. The Wishing Tree, for all those curious, is a lone tree located in the middle of a fairly large field some 70-80 meters from the train line. I couldn't say exactly at what point it can be found along the journey; Phil & I have always meant to walk or cycle to it but have never found the time. It is custom, whether you are a believer or not, to make a wish when the tree comes into view. Unfortunately, unlike silly traditional wishing scenarios, when a wish is made to the Wishing Tree something bad will happen to balance out the "goodness" of the initial wish, and vice versa if the wish were to be negative. So that's the Wishing Tree.
      My lovely parents had bought tickets to see German comedian Hemming Wehn today at 8pm, so shortly before the specified time we left the Grove in good spirits. Wehn's profile has recently been on the increase, appearing on radio and TV shows such as QI, The Now Show and The News Quiz. He looks a little like this:

He was a class act, although to enjoy his material one had to approach it with an open-minded and humorous attitude, or else there was the potential to be offended; his humour was borderline racist, and he occasionally made sweeping generalisations about cultures and nationalities. However it was all in good faith and frankly I thought it was hilarious. Two Greek girls near the back of the auditorium did not; they stormed out dramatically about 20 minutes in. Clearly Henn's jokes were a little too crass for their liking.
     I'm going to leave it there because I'm tired and require a small sleepy.
     Ollie