Valentine's Day Massacre - almost

Posted: Sunday, 14 February 2010 | Posted by Harry Harris | Labels: , 1 comments


Me and three of my rather bitter single mates distracted our minds from looming deadlines on this Clinton's making-money-day by getting out of our cold house (heating = debt increase) and visiting one of Dorset's scenic spots near our university.
The photos below at Lulworth Cove show how things got a little out of hand with the 'ten second timer' in conjunction with the 'multiple-shot' function on my camera. Leaping into the visual rather too over enthusiastically I nearly caused us all to spontaneously tombstone into the water below - this, the flamboyant description of Anya (below), but I would say this is a major overreaction.
I was simply having a good time - forgetting about my slow-moving dissertation.
Off course, I have since apologised, and would like to clarify Anya is my friend.

Happy/unsuspecting.

Is it a giant bird?

No.


Is it a drunk walker?

No.

It's me, and my best friend, Cliff Edge.
Sorry, but Anya you do jump easily.




Alan Titchmarch? No, my fellow students, I'm afraid not

Posted: Saturday, 13 February 2010 | Posted by Harry Harris | Labels: , , , 0 comments

From this:

















To this:
(in a number of easy steps - not including the wine)

















The average student prides themselves with being able to skimp and save, and spend as little on food as they can. It's essentially a competition:
"Have you seen the deal on at the corner shop, it's two for one on those curries in a can," said one university friend.
"Ah, but it's buy three meals in a bag and get two free at the Golden supermarket," another announced in reply.
Unfortunately, when those buying into these 'amazing' deals start looking like living corpses it becomes apparent you cannot live off these bargains every night of the week.

At this point, I should immediately point out that the grow-your-own method is unlikely to take off in the student market or end such health-reducing buys.
But let me take you back to a jumble sale at the end of last year and a very Ground Force moment when I was temporarily misled by the idea.
One of my friends, Oliver Robinson, a Del Boy from Leicestershire, started talking to the wide-eyed-hippy-glasses-wearing-owner of a chili plant stall. Suddenly charmed by growing his own hot crops, Oliver persuaded me and two other mates to also buy into this soil hobby of the plant pot kind.

I can't say I wasn't taken in by this drug dealer of the plant world; the stall owner said we could call him at anytime - like Childline for the vegetable community. I did double check the shape of the leaves - I wasn't going to turn my house into a cannabis cavern.
Basically, it was like having a plant agony aunt, but in a more manly sense of the phrase, and we could cook curries and have the hot part fresh, and for free.

So it began quite well, a Facebook group was even set up to track the progress of our plants, because we were in-fact quite competitive about the future size of our chilies.
Unfortunately the novelty soon wore off; my housemate's ambitious compost was thrown out the back door and his plant was knocked off the windowcill during a house party.
He called foul play, but my own had been caught in a minor apocalypse - left behind my oversized curtain next to the radiator on a number of cold nights.

Don't do this at home:

The 'chili' specimen:













What they look like now:


















As you can see, the chili plants have been literally obliterated. I say 'chili' with caution, because after growing one green specimen, shown above, I found it to have no seeds inside or carry any form of heat.
I believe that the plants were actually of the boring green pepper kind.

Good riddance.

...........

All this talk of grow-your-own reminds me of a project I filmed last year - look out for the moldy beetroot and rotting carrot:






No to the BNP at Universities

Posted: Friday, 5 February 2010 | Posted by Harry Harris | Labels: , , 1 comments

 
Sorry for the serious tone today, but the decision to cancel the Multiculturalism debate at Durham University involving two bozos from the BNP has got to be the right decision. 
How the University ever thought it beneficial to invite BNP MEP National Front lover Andrew Brons (MP for Yorkshire and Humber), and Chris "I don't hate Hitler" Beverley (BNP councillor in Leeds) is beyond me.

What inspirational men. 
 
I don't see how either of these 'politicians' could give valuable points within a debate on a multi-ethnic community. 

The Durham University Society had also invited political commentator Kulveer Ranger, and Conservative MP Edward Leigh, but cancelled the whole thing because of proposed violent protests and intimidation to staff and students. 

It'll be interesting to see where this one goes with this Freedom of Speech Facebook Group by Durham students. 
I'm all for Freedom of Speech, but not when the speech comes from people who have the previous history of these men. 
Nick Griffin on the BBC was an interesting way of opening up the debate and hearing the opinions of politicians and the public, but allowing BNP members to speak at a university, on an election year, sounds like part of a campaign. No thank you.

I'm just glad my University, down South, has so far stayed clear of this fascist flop of a political party.