A Tale of Two Balls

This morning was definitely the one after the night before, as Friday was the occasion of the Annual Chaos Society Physics Ball. The Chaos Society organises a number of social events for both staff and students from the School of Physics & Astronomy at Cardiff University. This year’s ball was nearly a whole month earlier than last year’s, because we’re not having a term break before Easter this year as Easter is so late. There’s still another three weeks of teaching, in fact, whereas in most years we would stop now and resume after Easter.

Anyway, the do last night started off with a champagne reception at the Parc Thistle Hotel in central Cardiff, followed by dinner and dancing in the function room there. There was a fine band playing a sort of funky soul jazz mix at the start and end of dinner. There were a bit loud to make conversation possible at the beginning, but once the food arrived they took a break and resumed when coffee was served. Instead of attempting to make ourselves heard over the music, I decided to try to set the ball rolling by getting up and dancing with a lady called Tanys, who was a guest of the Head of School Walter Gear. Nobody else joined us, but it was fun anyway.

We then went “informal” so to speak. The DJ got going, but I didn’t reckon much to the music so went and mixed in the bar. Some final-year students celebrating having secured PhD places here and there, so congratulations to them, and there was a beautiful moment when Michael proposed to Matthew. They’re not allowed to be properly married here in the UK, and a proposal of “civil partnership” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, but it was one of the highlights of the evening. Matthew accepted, of course.

After that we adjourned to a boutique nightclub called Crystal, an exotic place with peculiar soft furnishings and a bevy of bare chested muscle men in attendance. Around 3am I was poured into a taxi and got home quarter of an hour or so later, reasonably intact. Bad hangover this morning, though.

I’d like to add my personal thanks to the organisers of what was a hugely enjoyable evening, the Chaos Society generally and especially Natasha who did sterling work persuading so many people to come along. This was the third of these bashes I’ve been to, and it was definitely the best.

I’ve worked in a number of universities so far in my career as a jobbing astrophysicist, but the students at Cardiff are by far the friendliest and the most fun of all the groups I’ve had the pleasure to teach. And, yes, it does mean an awful lot to me when people tell me to my face that they enjoy my lectures. Even if they are drunk when they do so!

Anyway, some pictures are floating around on facebook. Here’s a couple, and I may add some more as they emerge from various cameras and phones. Of course it must be some kind of optical defect that makes me look so old in these, or perhaps it’s just because I’m surrounded by people less than half my age?

You’ll notice that I got the old white DJ out. Strictly speaking, UK tradition dictates that these should only be worn when abroad but I like wearing one when the weather is nice as it was yesterday whether it’s consistent with etiquette or not. There were plenty more serious breaches going on last night anyway, chiefly involving gentlemen removing their jackets at the dining table which is extremely poor manners.

You’re probably wondering what the second ball  refers to in the title of this post. Well, it’s just to remark that today in Cardiff  Wales played England at Football  (the “Association” variety, with a round ball, which I believe in some backward countries is called “soccer”). It was good to have an excuse for avoiding the city centre, and I was in a sufficiently vegetative state not to venture out of the house at all until the match was over. England beat Wales comfortably, 2-0.

UPDATE: Here’s a few more pictures, starting with one of me and the lovely Matthew. Well, at least one of us is photogenic…

These two were snapped at the club later on…

Here’s a couple more, one of me and the gorgeous Flo…

..and one last one, which I suspect was taken very late in the proceedings


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9 Responses to “A Tale of Two Balls”

  1. I have a fantastic video of your dancing moment, it will be uploaded in due time, with the appropriate number of tags. (ie, everyone i know in Physics….)

  2. Rob Ivison's avatar
    Rob Ivison Says:

    Aside from her name, did you catch anything Tanys had to say? Did Shona show? I do miss your Mrs HoD.

    • telescoper's avatar
      telescoper Says:

      Yes, we did chat during the actual meal when the band wasn’t playing. Shona was there too, looking radiant, despite the obvious effort she had expended trying to smarten Walter up.

    • Shona McEachern's avatar
      Shona McEachern Says:

      Miss you too Rob! Our nights out and morning coffee chats!! Watch out for the Tanys/Peter dance video… xx

  3. astrofairy's avatar
    astrofairy Says:

    I am still hungover and have only just been able to start eating food! Dancing till 3am in heels was not the best idea… To make things worse, I was rewarded with a deep cut on my foot (long story but alcohol was the main reason) and am now hobbling around like an old woman. But, it was worth it!

    I’d also like to say a huge thank you to the organisers for a smashing ball. I loved every minute of it (even though I’m pulling funny faces in every picture). Nat also made the evening special by personally thanking me for helping her out when ‘times were tough’. Got a bit teary at that if I’m honest..and also at the proposal which was amazing – here’s a picture of it in action:

    http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=10150457757525099&id=515470098&aid=634494#!/photo.php?fbid=10150433429225075&set=t.567166120&theater

    I think the Cardiff students are bloody marvelous and really make teaching a joy. Thanks guys for an amazing night and to all the lecturers who showed up in their glad rags (looking pretty good too) for a night of debauchery!

    And Peter, you dance splendidly.

    • telescoper's avatar
      telescoper Says:

      In the picture it looks like Michael is proposing to you. No wonder you look shocked.

      Fortunately the dancing video that was threatened has not yet emerged.

    • telescoper's avatar
      telescoper Says:

      By the way, is that what they mean by “Public Engagement”?

  4. telescoper's avatar
    telescoper Says:

    Strictly speaking, “black tie” is not “formal” – that would be a white tie and tailcoat, which is very rarely used. Speaking from experience, I’d say formal wear is extremely uncomfortable too.

    I think a dinner jacket, dress shirt and trousers are a thoroughly worthwhile investment – they’re not expensive, are comfortable to wear, and are generally extremely durable (and easily cleaned). I personally dislike wing collars (which should really only be worn with white tie anyway). I also don’t like double-breasted jackets.

    Another thing worth mentioning is that, contrary to popular belief, it isn’t actually all that difficult to tie your own bow tie. If I can do it, anyone can. There’s really no need for a clip-on. The one bit of advice I’d give is not to look in a mirror while you do it, except right it the end when you’ve made the knot and it’s just a question of adjusting it.

    The wikipedia entry on “black tie” is quite complete:

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_tie

    Of course some people detest the idea of dressing up for special occasions, but I rather enjoy it. Call me old-fashioned.

    The main point of it all is for everyone to have fun, and somehow the dress code gives a sense of shared experience. That’s what I think anyway.

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