Naval 'Do'

And I'm back, after enforced absence due to lack of internet access. Not entirely sure how I survived so long without being able to hop online but I'm here, shaking and withdrawn, but here. So anyway, I'll start on the 'good news'. Went to a full-on Naval Ball on Friday evening - theme was apparently 'round the world in eighty days' which essentially justified the organisers using any decoration from the last hundred years as all were going to be relevant in some way or other. Since I'm meant to rant, I will mention that the food was AWFUL. As vegetarian gluten-free, I'm obviously a damn picky eater and had requested this beforehand. 'Starter' consisted of an onion salad, which I managed to stagger through half of before rejecting in favour of an unseen main course. Which turned out to be a larger portion of the same onion salad. Given that I was eating in the second sitting and had had three hours of drinking time before then...
Yes well, nobody else was sober so its okay.
Despite being terrified beforehand that wasn't dressed to a suitable standard of ponciness, I think I passed that one. Did mean to take photos but was such a nervous wreck entirely forgot - D'OH. Since am potentially going to the even poncier centenary event in August, I will make note to get photos then.
Spent most of yesterday massively hungover entertaining my highly energetic seven year old niece. This is not recommended after about two hours sleep and more champagne than I care to remember.
Went to Oxford last week to check out future 'alma mater'. Nothing to complain about there.
Wish I'd thought of this years ago - create a website on which to rant, and then am presented with remarkably little to rant about. Did have a miniature rant with friend Ed this morning (the 'Man' referred to in coffeekat's blog if anyone is interested) regarding the useless nature of shop assistants in this country. Particularly hate it when you walk up to a group of them yabbering away about their social lives, you start to hover with clear intent to ask a question, and none of them deigns to acknowledge your existence. How to Cheese Jane Off in one easy move, that would be. Frequently sees me going, 'Oh for God's SAKE' and storming off, making it blatantly obvious one of them just missed a sale.
Returning to veggie/gluten free point. WHY DON'T AIRLINES OFFER THIS AS AN OPTION? One or the other, if I'm lucky. I say that because every time I book a flight my agent assures me that they have requested that and they never bloody have - which reminds me, must ring up to see what I'll be expected to consume on my flight to BA in a month.
GRR.
Oh good. A bit of a rant. Feel much better now :D