Sian's blog posts tagged with 'skinny jeans'

Confessions of a wannabe QC part 3

Oct

16

Catching sight of my own reflection in the train window this morning was actually quite frightening. It's official, no amount of foundation is going to hide those bags- the only remedy is sleep. I don't think I've looked forward to a weekend quite as much as this one for a long time and believe me, it's not because I have any major plans (the chance would be a fine thing) but this week has just been pandamonium! I am in disbelief that it is only Thursday. I have had several intimate dates this week with a chap called Horncastle- not as romantic as it sounds- a man appealing his GBH conviction on the grounds of human rights for my first post-graduate coursework (that came round quickly didn't it?) As my brain is currently mush and, this case note isn't technically due until next week, I'm going to do with it what Simon Cowell always does at the judge's houses round of X Factor when he is a bit stuck: I'm going to sleep on it. If nothing else, this course is teaching me that I would probably make an awful judge, I lack the patience to be given such power, I'd end up just getting annoyed with those put before me and handing out exceptionally harsh sentences... note for the future: don't get promoted. The upside of course, is the introduction of a microwave to the GDL room which has sparked some interesting suggestions for communal cordin bleu cooking: like cakes in a mug and scrambled egg and microwave pizzas, and I take this as a sign that my coursemates have bonded sufficiently that shared food as well as shared suffering is a distinct possibility on the horizon. Also, all this microwave food and running between lectures is actually doing wonders for the waist line, I no longer look at my jeans with fear and trepidation which can only be a good thing. Comedic moment of the week came when I actually managed to get locked into Freeman building having stayed late to work on Mr. Horncastle... I think it's a clever ploy on behalf of the law department to force us to work: there is no escape until you have finished. Now, that's a depressing thought to finish on. Roll on Halloween, I need a good night out, I need a costume, I need a Jack Daniels...