What am I doing here?

Well, this is weird. The Internet, as far as I know, isn't supposed to be up until after Monday when we get our accounts sorted out, but it looks like I'm already on for some reason. Well, I'm not complaining. I'll have to set up MSN to appear on startup and all that.

I arrived and unpacked with my mum before she rushed off to Fisher and Donaldsons, then gave Chris a hand with his vast amounts of stuff. His monitor is bigger than all my computer stuff put together, I'm sure of it. After that we went down to the Union, meeting Richard, Ashley, Sarah and Comedy Dave. Now, let's get this over with.

We have a Dance Dance Revolution machine! <¦-D

It's £3 for one credit. D-¦>

So it could be a "one-a-night" thing. Strange that it's so expensive while the Panic Park machine is so cheap - 17 rounds for £2. Richard almost literally leapt out of his chair when he heard we'd got that back. And air hockey's improved, it's almost playable.

Last night, after a meal at Empire, I tried to meet as many people as possible. What happened eventually was that we went out on a pub crawl, but got separated from the group before we got anywhere. John (another second year) and I were left in charge of a whole group of Freshers, so we took them to the Victoria... unfortunately they were already ID-ing people so we split up, with me taking a group along to the Union to meet the regulars. Hope you didn't scare them off.

Retreating to the middle common room away from the noise, a couple of them recognised that I was the author of the article about Andrew Melville Hall - rather flattering, don't you think? Soon afterwards we all retreated to our rooms to unpack.

It's great being back, it's like a second home. Well, a third home if you count the one in Germany first.

I must return... from my deadly sleep

Great news, everyone. No, I'm not going to stop updating and leave you all alone - it's that the DDR machine in the Union is now £1. Whether it was the owners reducing the price, the machine swallowing our money or Paul and I just being idiots I don't know. Chris and I had a go of it this afternoon after watching the football, then he thrashed me at air-hockey again.

After walking back to AMH with Chris, I went out and played cricket with the people on my corridor (now, let's get this right): Alex, Mark, John, Seb, Chris. It was only about an hour before we couldn't see anything, so we just came back to the hall and went our separate ways - mostly out on another pub crawl, but I stayed behind. It feels like about midnight already, even though it's only ten past nine. Actually I seem to recall saying that exact same thing on the second day I was in AMH last year.

And, of course, Donald's moved in to the room right next to mine. Welcome back, Donald!