The meal is the massage

Cook pasta with tuna, red onion, napolitano tomato and chilli sauce, rainbow peppercorns, ground coriander, spicy italian seasoning, paprika, salt and oregano. and cheese. But I am mildly agitated because there is no time to eat it and subsequently I have to put it in a lunchbox and drive to uni. Brakes are squeaking so I use the handbrake and gears to grind to a halt at every junction. No car parking spaces, so me and Andy are late. The classroom has changed so we ramble around hopefully for a while before we see the rest of our class stood outside.

When we go in, it is the best lecture I think I've ever had. I wouldn't mind a chicken tikka cornish past-iche but the lecture room is nice. It is an old chapel converted into a theatre with projection screens and high-backed seats - acoustic solutions. On the way home an old woman stares into my eyes and I think I see death, as her husband pulls out painfully slow and cuts me up on a roundabout.

Whilst Wood meticulously cleans my room and Rupert slaves away in the kitchen I sing "When you're around" by Motion City Soundtrack on the balcony, in-tune and with an acoustic guitar. The lasagne is nice but my clean room is better. Watch The Inbetweeners - pretty funny and Rupert is an actor in it playing a French kid. Phone Dave and talk to him in empty room 74 on the double bed for a while but it echoes so I make Norweigan Jarlsberg on melba toast with classic fourway dip and go to bed.