Boiz

So Weng's exam's have finished and as expected he's glued his face to his computer, occasionally rising from the depths of Arsenal's financial and injury problems to pack a little, grouch at little, and eat a lot. Boiz.

The romantic tragedy that inspired I'd rather you not love me because I love you has come to a end, I'm pleased to announce, and the tears that fall are tears of longing and sweet expectation for things to come, and now I'm being filled in on all the soppy details +sniff+. Boiz.

We packed about 500 quid worth of textbooks (14 in all) into a parcel box, decided that it exceeded the recommended maximum weight of 5kg by a factor of 8, and transferred it to his suitcase. I don't look forward to getting that thing down four flights of stairs come tomorrow, but that's okay, because it'll probably be Weng doing the work. Boiz.

They can be useful sometimes.