Firstly I would like to say I wasn't sure what to expect from my prospective flatmates, but what I got was 5 undoubtedly fun and caring people....
Helen a.k.a. Hellypoos
One of the Neighbours watching trio, who cordially allowed me to steal the end of her bed on a seemingly daily basis. It got to such a habit that at Neighbours time, when we caught the end of the amazing Gordon Burns, Helen would have put my cushion (by mine I mean Helen's but mine because I always had it, lol) at the end of the bed, all prepared. If we were feeling particularly adventurous then the viewing may have been known to extend to Doctors and occassionally Escape to the Country - we don't watch that anymore because it gives us weird dreams. Helen, it appeared, was always to be found working away - she genuinely is one of the most studious people I have met at university, partly due to the excessive amounts of tests that Environmental Science decide to inflict upon their students. More than television, Helen was also part of the Baileys and Milk tag team. It all started one night when Helen and Chris' respective boyfriends were elsewhere so we had a girly night of doom. This involved pizza, chips, sorbet and films. When purhasing alcohol we noticed that Sainsbury's Taste The Difference Baileys-esque drink was half price, this was the start of the trend. With hindsight I can only imagine how cool we looked, stood outside in our pj's after a copious amount of Baileys and Milk watching the lunar eclipse. Thinking of Helen and her boyfriend Jon (a rather witty Physics student - not an oxymoron I promise) - together they are such a cute and lovely couple, the sort of relationship I would love to have. When there aren't pea fights going on, they are really easy to be around, which can't be said of all couples. My favourite moment was near the end of this term, Helen and Jon slunk into my room after a shopping excursion and presented me with the cutest Disney princess cup ever. The reason? I hadn't finished my exams whereas everyone else in the flat had. I think you may be beginning to understand why we are soo close. Helen has always been there for me when I've been sad, looking out for me when I've been crushed and I think that next year, her room in Chancellor's Wharf may need another Sarah spot.
Erica a.k.a. Smelica (I doubt she'll read this so I feel brave enough to put that)
A fellow admirer of Johnny Depp - I think that explains why we get on so well, lol. We both have sizeable posters of him in our respective rooms. Erica's room has bared witness to many a singleton rant about sickening couples, trying to learn the dance to various Steps songs and watching of Pussycat Dolls: Search for a New Doll (we watched the final episode - it was not so good). When Erica is not being physically abused by Danny lifting her up and carrying her off her bed so he can lie down on it, she is generally concocting in the kitchen. I'm going to begin with one of her more normal creations - the flapjack, occasionally covered in chocolate. Despite never quite managing the right consistency it tastes bloody good, lol. Now my favourite Erica creation - not that I'd ever have it, this is purely on teasing basis - is chicken, bacon and banana. Everytime I see her slicing a banana my mind boggles. It seems the oddest meal to have ever but she swears by it. One of my most amusing memories with Erica is singing Steps karoke in County bar at Christmas - I can only imagine how fab we sounded.
Kate a.k.a. Date Raper
Although this year we didn't make our 'special' trip into town, which I fear next year we shall, I still have muchos love for everyone's favourite Kate. When Kate was packing her room it became clear the extent of her shopping this year. Whenever she returns from town, there was always a bag from New Look or Bay. However this only appears to be a small amount...I swear on my life Kate had thousands of shoes packed up when she was leaving, some she hadn't even worn despite their immense prettiness. If we shared the same shoe size, me and Chris would have had a field day, lol. One of my most vivid memories of Kate is just dossing in my room and hearing Kate come in ranting and heading into the kitchen. The words I caught were 'bastard' 'tosser' 'prick' and 'knob'. I entered the kitchen with some trepidation with a note (she was on the phone) to ask if she was okay. After the phonecall Kate descended on my room to explain why person R was such a complete dickhead. And in all honesty all that I know of person R suggests that Kate's description was somewhat accurate, lol. Now this may just be because we appear to have develop a group mentality of you upset one of us, you upset us all so woe betide, but I'm not too fussed :-p The strongest element I associate with Kate is her incredibly messy room, its just filled with things flung on the bed and law books everywhere, yet she has the cheek to come into my room and refer to a slightly precarious pile of books as an avalanche! So despite her calling me a whore and incinuating I partake in booty calls, I do love the drunkard :-p
Christine a.k.a. Chris-pea
Chris is the other third of the Neighbours and Baileys and Milk crew. Christine never ceases to be able to cheer me up when I'm down, or make me smile more when I'm just in a normal mood. Chris-pea is a cheerleader and on numerous occasions we've been in the kitchen or her room and she's been trying to teach me some routine or part of a routine while I just get distracted by the shaking of the pompoms. After the traumatic experience of watching Being Jane, on returning to the flat, our favourite analogy cropped up. This is that Sarah will forever remain a singleton and have cats, many cats, maybe a dog and rabbits. So led on Helen's bed I clutch my teddy, planning out my future cats names when Chris declares that in all fairness I will meet my Prince Charming when I go to buy my first cat, and it'll be the Disney perfect love at first sight. This really did make me smile. Cats aside, Chris is also my uber English Literature buddy of doom. There've been many a Sunday when we have traded notes on the weeks reading before the lectures, swapped critics and proof-read each others essays. I also blame Christine entirely for my new found lateness. On many a Monday or Tuesday morning we have been forced to practically run to George Fox and sneaking in the back of the lecture, despite Reuben always fervently stating that he'd never seen anyone from his seminar groups go in to a lecture late, bless him. I also have Christine to thank for making my hair look muy fabulous for Cartmel extrav.
Danny
Danny was the first person I met from our flat. I remember slinking into the kitchen after rudely being ditched by my parents and seeing Danny, Lewis (who I presumed was his elder brother, lol) and his mum. After a brief natter in which it was quickly established that we both shared a love for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, we pottered off to our rooms before the kitchen rep's introduced Kings to us. At this point only Danny was the only person I knew ish and I think it was likewise because when he had to pick someone to drink he chose me and likewise. As time moved on we developed an intricate manner of political debating - usually involving him refering to me as a 'dirty stinking liberal'. Most time it ends with me pulling out some amazing point which makes Danny feel morally conspicious and thus he asserts 'I'm a good person'. Oh how it makes me chuckle, especially because for some issues we are complete opposites for example I'm staunchly pro-choice whereas he will harass me with images from pro-life sites. Yet when we argue about these things or have a discussion about religion its always with a sense of playful respect, well thats what I like to think. Generally when I think about Danny I think of quotes, some of which I'm going to share now...."I'd rather have milk from you than a cow", "a million peope died...of death" and the eponymous "I love you Sarah, I'm going to miss you *cue drunken stumble and hug*".
So this uber long blog is going to end now, I bet hypothetical people can't wait for the Bridge Road one, lol. I'd like to leave this blog finally saying how much these people have meant to me and although I jest about them sometimes, I do love them to pieces x x x
Love is Enough
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the dim voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris
(As cited in Best-Loved Poems ed Neil Philips (Great Britian, Little Brown Books, 2000) p. 37)
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