Elias investigates: Polanyi and Appelfeld

2.3 Sunday, I woke up 10:30, well rested after a hard week in every conceivable way. I ate breakfast. One cup of tea with honey(blend of EC and non EC), two slices and a quarter of toast. One with mature cheddar, one with honey roast ham and the quarter with Nutella. Also, a glas of orange juice. Then I listened to some music and enjoyed yesterday memories of Jack Penate.
At 1 I walked to uni. I read chapter four in Karl Polanyi´s The Great Transformation. Then I walked home singing Editors and Jack P. At home I heated a tin of oxtail soup and accompanied it with cream crackers and some more mature cheddar. After the lunch I walked to my room and started writing on my blog. I am going to Anna's flat and dine salmon with her flatmate, Conrad and she.

1.3 Saturday, I woke up too early and therefore tired. I ate my breakfast, musli for a change. I left home a couple of hours later. I walked towards the salvation army. I bought two shirts, one black and one red and white, to complete my transformation to a Jack Penate groupie, as Iva described me. I haggled and got the price down of one of the shirts, from 2.99 to 1.99. I continued to uni. I took a shortcut over the Royal Infirmary. I passed on of the Ambulance. A woman in her 60's was laying in one of the cars. She was still and two paramedics were doing something slowly whilst two older ladies were waiting. I think she was dead, but I am not sure. I continued to uni and borrowed Karl Polanyi. I read for a while and took good notes on the reading. I borrowed the book and walked home. At home I ate pimped pesto, with strong peppers and onion and cheddar (mature, of course). After dining I slept for 15 minutes, to be vigilant on the gig. At 6:30 I walked to 53 and met Conrad. We stayed at the flat for a while and had a concert-beer. An hour or so later we walked to ABC 1. Inside were people. We put our coats in the cloak room and enjoyed some Cockney hip hop. 30 mins later they left the stage and roadies started preparing for him, himself. At nine the crowd, a very young, some only 14, started cheering and they entered the stage. At this time two blonded ladies stopped looking at us, finally.
- Like air stewardesses, I said.
- From Aeroflot, Conrad said.
Jack started playing. The stewardesses started moving, as if the Tupolev just entered a thunder storm or some other turbulence. Jack was awesome and daunting. Jolly and entertaining with no flaws whatsoever in his manners. Everyone was charmed. Before setting of "Spit at stars" he said everyone should spit, to create a beautiful rain of pearls. And we spat it was disgusting. He played for an hour. He threw some whistles in the crowd. I got one! After the gig we walked via a Barclays ATM to the Bloc bar and from there to Brick. They were to crowded and loud, so we walked closer to Kelvinhaugh street and entered a pub which name I have forgotten. I had a coke. Then we walked home and met Elisa on the way. I ate one and a half tacos and went to sleep at one.

29.2 Friday. The weather was awful, the worst I have seen since I came here, and I can tell you I seen a lot. Anyway, I went shopping. I couldn't find the shirt I was looking for. I bought a baseball cap. The world record Ceilidh was cancelled because of the weather. At 10:30 we walked to a flat at Kelvinhaugh Street. It was not too nice inside, so Clara, Iva, Mathieu, Samuel, Fernando, Marco, Andrea and me walked to QM for the Cheesy pop. It was ok, but I was tired after the gig. Around 1 Samuel and me drank a pint of water each. After half and hour I got a terrible stomach ache and felt sick. We walked home and it felt like we lived far away. I fell asleep.

28.2 Thursday. Lecture in International law. I had dinner in QM, chicken meal baguet with a Tango. From there I walked to Woolworths and bought CD´s and winegums. I thought about walking to the Botanic Gardens to relax, but I couldn't because it was closed. The season seems to be over, not really, but still yes. Hm, what I writing about, hehe. From there I walked to Hillhead library and read International law and Labour rights as human rights. Around 10 Fernando and me walked to the Ben Nevis and met on the way Elisa. Nobody was in Ben Nevis but people started dropping in. Davide, Clara, Sara, Mathieu, Raul, Stephanie, Iva, a German lad, Loik and maybe somebody I forgot to mention. They closed at 12. We spent an hour or so in Claras flat. Then home.

27.2 Wednesday. I studied the day. At 6:30 I walked to Conrad's flat. We had a concert-pint and walked to Hillhead Subway station. We took the subway to Bridge Street and got off. Outside the Glasgow Academy we met a man who was selling ticket. He wanted 30 for a normal ticket and 40 for a standing. After some waiting he sold one for 25, standing booth balcony. At the balcony inside the beautiful academy a guard asked if we wanted to go downstairs. We changed tickets and went downstairs. We heard to pre bands. One good and one bad. Then the Tom Smith came out and started unloading. The crowd was very lively but it didn't make anything worse. I loved it! For one and a half hours they played. Editors is the best band I know. After the gig we took a pint of water. I was wet wet wet. We took the Subway home and walked home from the station and I took a shower and was exhausted and drank a cup of tea and went to sleep.