All 6 entries tagged Ducks
September 20, 2005
I'm going back to Yorkshire this afternoon, as am still feeling knackered and have developed bizarre painful lump in neck (my brain losing its way in my head?). Actually that's not really why I'm going back to Yorkshire, it's more to see parents and cat and go shopping in Leeds – hooray! and it's shopping wot is allowed since I have no clothes for starting work in 3 weeks time.
Am really going to miss the ducks. I don't think they have ducks in Yorkshire. Et le chum. They definitely don't have le chum in Yorkshire.
I feel sort of displaced. Odd that my time at Warwick has come to an end, but mostly a relief to be honest. Odd that I'm still here when all the other MA students have buggered off, but I'm not part of the place. Not that I ever was, not really. Odd that I haven't really moved on to the next stage either, and don't even have anywhere to live in London yet.
During the next month or so you can probably catch me on a train somewhere between Wakefield, London, Coventry and/or a small village near Windsor. Occasionally stopping still for a few minutes to breath the air and feed the ducks.
September 12, 2005
Writing about web page http://www.duckdensity.org.ukWarwick is fifth out of all UK universities for 'duck density'. Fabuleux.
Last month there were eight ducklings swimming on the pond next to Claycroft, last week there were four, and now there are only two (the smaller one pictured right -->).
Sounds like the start of a nursery school song, but if you're passing by CC pond (c'mon, there must be someone left on this godforsaken campus!), give some bread to the ducklings. It's late in the year for ducklings and they need all the help they can get. Nature's cruel.
Have been down there to feed them this evening and they were most appreciative. Well, lots of squawking. What's that all about anyway? Lately the ducks appear to be going mad – making a lot of noise and fighting each other. Leonie – if you read this, I want an explanation!
I like ducks, me. Not the crazed bastard rapist ones though.
August 20, 2005
What in Diva Duck's sweet name am I doing on campus on a Saturday? Such a catastrophe has not befallen me for quite some time, with the result that I'm not sure how to deal with it.
I invited a friend to come and stay, but she's mysteriously disappeared off the face of the earth (probably because I made it sound so utterly unappealing), and in any case I should write my… I'm not even going to write that word again until the thing is actually finished and handed in.
What if I inadvertently rot (of course this would be inadvertent, stupid girl, it's not generally something that people aspire to do)? Would the ducks notice? Would they even care? This duck is laughing at my plight. Bastard.
Ooh just got invitation to go to Rugby. Now that's better. Except… where is Rugby?
August 18, 2005
I feel totally overwhelmed by my dissertation, I can't keep all my thoughts straight in my head, my research questions keep changing, I have no idea how to organise it, it's all fragmented and I don't think I can put all the pieces back together again in a coherent order, and I still have 7000 more words to write in the next three weeks. Only I know it's going to be way too long because my first analysis chapter is about twice the length it should be. Oh fuck, I hate this!
And I DON'T UNDERSTAND DISCOURSE ANALYSIS.
Am going to talk to the ducks. I think they might be able to help.
August 16, 2005
- Somerset is in the south-west of England not the south-east.
- Neither is it one of the home counties.
- Cheddar is in Somerset. Cheese lives here.
- Glastonbury is also in Somerset, not the Midlands, as one might think.
- Torquay is famous for Fawlty Towers. It is situated in Devon. It is not famous for its fine surf and surfers (that would be Newquay then… which is in Cornwall)
- Bracknell is south of Coventry, not east.
- My geographical knowledge is equivalent to that of a backward 3 year old child, and I should probably never have been allowed out of Yorkshire in the first place (I know Yorkshire is in the north though – 10 points to me).
- You can't buy wine at motorway service stations. This is terrible.
- It is not really the case that nature has recently become inundated by communes of lesbian ducks springing up all over the place; it is just that mallards lose their plumage (and hegemonic masculinities) out of mating season and look female.
- Devon is much more than a bleak depressing wind-swept expanse of moorland filled with invisible Bronze Age hut circles and bracken that needs bashing into oblivion with only a garden cane for assistance (my only previous experience of the place coming from a National Trust working holiday when I was 17).
The rest of the Devon diary (which is rather more diary-esque in character) to follow, once I have sorted out my life, general stupidity levels and masculinities chapter. I may be some time.