The Dutch in me

It's Sunday today. A very gloomy, tissue sniffing Sunday. A perfect day to spend inside a stuffy, overcrowded hall shuffling past little booths and stalls were every imaginable student related society, union, music venue, transport association and other loonies pass out free promotional items, flyers and food. It's Freshers Fair today and the goal is to get as many flabbergasted Uni newbies to sign up for what you are advertising. This, first of all, is done by shoving leaflets and information booklets in everyone's hands; irrespective of your desire to receive them. I, for instance, was supposedly suited to be handed flyers to join the Malay speaking society, the Men's Frisbee club and the Gothic appreciation group. I am neither from Malasya, a man or a goth (even though I was wearing a black jacket and some eyeliner).

However; I was very happy to receive the info on the Drama, the Culture and the English societies, and will probably sign up for these in any case.

Secondly, this signing up thing is achieved by providing you with free items. Ranging from a marshmallow or gummybear to, to my ever Dutch Delight, a disposable camera, an assault alarm for icky harass pervs, and shotglasses. (I won't ever use them mummy! I'll only drink juice from them, I promise) These were things that you could actually get me out of bed at 8.30 for. Besides that, I snatched a few nice stickers and postcards from somewhere, and got some new canvas bags for my groceries.



On a different note: in the last couple of days I: signed up for all my classes, bought Bridget Jones' Diary for one pound, got myself a free Liverpool Central Library membership and took out half of the chick lit department, discovered H&M is sadly NOT the cheapest shop around, Asda sells ontbijtkoek and met the latest addition to our flat; my roommate Chris and his gf Dani (which makes the total of Danis in my house 2 and the final count of 'Jos' 2 as well) who are both very nice and very British

One other thing I discovered, only a few of the homeys eat vegetables, and none of the N-Irish like to eat them at all. It might be something very British, but it seems the closest they come to getting their vitamin levels up is eating beans on toast and drinking Cranberry squash. I get very weird looks when I prepare my stir-fry with my 'legume mix' -fresh spinach, red onion, corn, garlic and carrot- in my new wok (God, I love my wok). So now my aim is to make them something delicious someday to show them that veg are cool. Cus they are. Seriously cool. Go veg!