Now THAT was funny, angwee baby
Why were you in Bavaria, Lamia?
[gets out notepad]
Happy Lendervedder
Is that my new name? ** Lamia**
Sorry Angwee baby.
NoBlueCoy. I mean No Clue Boy
Dinsdale
NoClueBoy!
Nope. Angwee Baby instead 
NCB’s next.
nope! 'Beast was next!
If the square of the hypoteneuse is equal to the square of the sum of the other two sides…, why is a mouse when it spins?
Tom Baker’s first Doctor Who line. Regeneration is a bitch. But it’s better than the alternative.
tanookie
A fish
How many radio astronomers does it take to change a light bulb?
verbenabeast
Someone finally predicted me and I missed it, damn
The significance of that is that mentioning it increases the liklihood of my posting next and giving Angua a successful prediction
The other significance is that she’s about the best relativist of her age, and/or worked insanely hard, and geeks should fall down and worship her
Why thank you I did work insanely hard, but GR is still hard. Besides, when your DoS is the lecturer, it makes asking for help ever so slightly easier 
Hi, Shade. Say “Hi!” to Perfesser Hawking for me. I’m sure he’ll remember me. I’m the guy that sent him that paper in 1988. He knows the one.
dorkusmalorkusmafia
My bologna has a first name - it’s ReadyFreddyEddyTeddy.
Boo. The crunchy chocolate balls in my yoghurt are static-y
ReadyFreddyEddyTeddy?
I could while away the hours
Conferring with the flowers
Consulting with the rain.
And my head I’d be a-scratchin’
While my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a Lodrain.
Christ this is one loooong thread!
Some things are just hard no matter what. But fun.
The one problem with that is you can’t say “What the hell’s going on? The lecturer’s awful and incomprehensible.” or “Can you suggest a course with a better lecturer”? and so miss out some useful advice.
To quote my DoS: “You should definitely do GRF. Wait, who’s it lectured by? Shepherd-Baron. … Hmm… you should probably do…”
I predict the next poster will be a post-count whore like me. Or maybe it will be Sunspace.
Next time I speak to him, promise (I’ve only ever seen him twice and once he was asleep in his wheelchair.)
I predict NoClueBoy. Again.
Actually, I used to be the only one who could get away with sitting at the front with a puzzled look on my face, and the lecturer stopping, asking me exactly what I didn’t understand, and then explaining it in detail. I was also the only one who could mutter sarky comments under my breath, have the lecturer hear them, and say “yeah, you’re probably right”.
He did agree with my suggestion that 9am on a Monday was an uncivilised time for a GR lecture, and that it ought to be moved to say 6pm at the Castle (up the hill). Unfortunately, the department wasn’t having it.