Bristol and presenting fetish No. 2

I should be rewarded for being at uni and still have not written a single word on my master thesis although time is 9.30 am. And... You should be rewarded or at least forgiven for thinking of me as a person having a serious fetish regarding copyright. Speaking about copyright, at IPkat today, there is an anagram contest. There are several phrases that you can choose from, among others: "Directive 97/55/EC of European Parliament and of the Council of 6 October 1997 amending Directive 84/450/EEC concerning misleading advertising so as to include comparative advertising" I would love to come up with an anagram on that. I would definitely name my master thesis after that anagram if I did.

At the moment, there is this annoying person sitting in front of me in the computer room. She makes funny phone calls to people almost screaming out complaining over how much she has to write on some essay. I have never heard anyone whine that much in the worst local accent. She sounds a little bit lika Cartman at his most hysterical. You would be surprised if you realised how much anyone would like to strangle her. Or set her on fire. I often think of that. When I meet annoying people, I just picture in my head how I bring out a lighter, approach the person, the click, the person in flames. It is like soothing therapy, and it works very well.

This weekend, Frank's in Bristol by some lame reason connected to his employment at the university. Nice for him, I thought, but what about me? I turn to my band in comfort, and lucky me, I will be beating up the bass guitar most of this weekend, starting tonight. Can hardly wait...

So... Back to my fetish...