Our new project

Well guys, it is with excitement that we bring you this news; we have a new photography project. Having not attended quite a few lessons, myself and Luigi felt kind of embarassed walking into last week's lecture. To make matters worse we were summoned by a group of people who claimed they were working for charity to dance to Michael Jackson's thriller. It was not what I expected from a photograohy lecture and was pretty shaken by the end of it. One girl even ran out in disgust and pure fear. They even filmed it and threatened to show it at some gig they were doing later on!!! It was all ok in the end though, cuz the normal photography lecture resumed and we were told that a new project was coming our way, which will be based on the four elements; water, earth, fire and air. Will keep you posted about how it goes.

Native American

Louise has recently expressed an interest in the Native American folk and their traditions. She adores their cycle riding abilities and their desire to set up camp. It has not escaped her that these people enjoy a good laugh accompanied by exquisite wine from Southern France.

Coca Cola

we think Andy is pregnant because she has recently put on some weight where no weight was before. This cat is the most cutest. She hasn't let the burden of a missing leg affect her mood.

Kurds on Kampus

So, we go to Royal Holloway University and figured that it was in everyone's best interests if we set up a society aimed generally, although not exclusively, at the Kurdish folk. This is to be called Kurds on Kampus. Social activities will include the Herculanean throw, KurdishKuisine and the Nari appreciation night which takes place on the 8th Tuesday of each Monday. Other suggestions are welcomed (but not adviseable). We need to get the society approved by the Student's Union so signitures are needed! Please help Razzle set up this fantastic society!!!!!!!

Lots of love

Chinese New Year

we would both like to wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year and a great singing fruit day!!! Let it all hang out.
The cat has just walked in on me writing on my blog.....it was awkward.
The neighbours seem to think its alright to bang on the walls at 4.a.m and the lady across the road has issues with people having fun.

Day 1

Ahoy there fellow bloggers! It's Raz and Luigi aboard the ship of life and we have arrived at the docks with exports from around the world beginning with Egham Town Centre and its pigeon forecast.

31st Jan
There has recently been some ambiguity about the aim of these grey creatures surrounding Tescos. We have spoken to pigeon expert, Michael Winner, who enlightened us on the topic. Winner started off by telling me about his wife, however I quickly reminded him that I was actually there to find out about his pigeon interest and to get the lowdown on what made these birds tick. He poured me a glass of Chardonnay and began thusly "I first became attracted to these cuties when I was on a safari expedition and my wife had just nodded off, which gave me plently of opportunity for exploration. I picked up a book which I'd always wanted to read but for fear of my wife never had the courage to, so now was my chance and it was narrated by pigeons".

"In fact Raz", he continued, "I would just like to read you a little extract (which I found so influential that I included it in my memoirs) and it reads like this...: "Mary steps back, steps forward, keeps her eyes fearfully, curiously on Dick's swimming trunks, perhaps to yield herself like a captured slave-girl to this lumbering victor [...] Dick does not claim his trophy. Moves on. Picks up the bottle of whisky. Hurls it into the Lode." I was overwhelmed with both pity and grief for the pigeon in the novel, he stole my heart with his honesty and I particularly warmed to his generosity regarding the charity donations to Noel Edmonds. And that's how I met Barack Obama!! Through our mutual appreciation of these creatures, we bonded over some humus and home-made crepes. It was divine!" By this point I was weak at the knees, and I knew that Winner's words had reached home.

Winner continued: "At this precise moment my wife awoke, and I hurrily hid the book between my thighs and the rest is history."