Absent falling coal

Dear flist,

In a couple of weeks I need to move the contents of my London flat - including some bulky-ish furniture - down to Somerset where my parents live, to store while I'm away. Due to family circumstances, my parents are now unable to help move stuff, which had been the plan.

So: Does anyone know of man-with-a-van (not a removals company, they're too expensive) who could pick up my stuff from London and drive it down to Somerset? Any numbers/recommendations welcome!

Oh, god. I just made pancookies...

Sorry apotropaios. I seem to have stolen your cooking...

Ew, ew, ew! Our bathroom is growing mushrooms!

This really ruined my relaxing bath earlier today when I discovered them halfway through right by my head.

I have given up on my Civil Litigation Research Memo, and am sitting in the LPC library playing with online virtual bubblewrap.

This is all I have to say.

... very big thank you to whoever it was who left chocolate in my pidge this morning (or possibly even last night - I found it this morning). You are lovely, whoever you are, and deserve lovely people to be lovely to you, and I am very very grateful.

Problem: utter failure to learn jurisprudence

Solution: dig out A2 ethics revision notes

Result: laugh hysterically at over-simplified nature, think wistfully of the days when philosophy was easy, and wonder what I was thinking when I wrote "P3 revision: To Be Learnt"

..except I don't think they were French. Not English, either, or at least not originally, but not French.

That aside, they were being sleazy French men.

Saturday, I was sitting having coffee with a friend, and a guy sitting at a nearby table came up to me and said:

"I just wanted to tell you you look fabulous"
"Er, thank you" (thinking, oh god, creep, and watching my friend being shocked/horrified/cracking up)
"May I join you?"
"Er, no, sorry, we're discussing rather private things, sorry"
"OH. Well, may I buy you another coffee?"
"No, I'm fine thanks"
"Oh. Well, I hope you have a good day, and you do look fabulous"
... and he left, and we cracked up.

Today, when I was walking back from the library up High Street, a guy ran after me. The conversation was largely similar, except without the coffee and with handing me an invite to a bible study group and asking if he could "get to know me as a friend". I was a bit more of a stuck record ("I'm sorry, I'm very busy") with this one, but he, like the other one, left me alone after a couple of minutes.

After a year of much worse in Paris, I'm really not that bothered. But why the hell are they all gonig after me? There were leggy blondes in miniskirts waiting to cross the road, why not them (rather than me in battered leather jacket, soft crumply boots, and a black/grey dress)?

A person with citizenship granted by Germany is German.

A person with citizenship granted by Switzerland is Swiss.

A person with citizenship granted by Australia is Australian.

What the blazes is someone with citizenship granted by Liechtenstein?!


(Yes, this is a serious question. It's really bugging me. I've only just realised Liechtenstein isn't the same as Lichtenstein, but still don't know how to refer to this chap.)

Answers on a postcard (or, y'know, in an LJ comment) please... there may be a prize if any amuse me particularly (or are even right!)

So, I'm finally writing an essay on the question that everyone gets asked when they become a law student. Sadly, I will no longer be able to dodge the question. Oh dear.

Unfortunately, the answer is still, it seems, "I'm not really sure, no one can quite agree." Still, nice to know I wasn't lying all the times I said that before.


For those who are curious: Consider whether the following actions were lawful and, if so, what was their legal basis: (a) the coalition usage of force against Iraq in 1991 in order to retake Kuwait and the US-UK use of force against Iraq in 2003; (b) NATO’s intervention in Kosovo; (c) the Anglo-American intervention in Afghanistan.

I'm sitting here poking cases, swearing at[1] grumbling in the general direction of my tutor for giving me the wrong citations for all of them.

One of the cases reads: The applicant applied to register a trade mark... known as "the dark mark"

Yes, boys and girls, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is alive and well, and exploiting legal measures to regulate competition and access to the market.

I need tea.


[1] Having realised that I've started swearing like a navvy, I am giving it up for Lent. I have a pot in which to put monies as a self-imposed fine when I break this...