It’s been some time.

The title is a little understatement.

It all started when I moved back to Canterbury for Uni again, and didn’t have internet for a month.
Then internet arrived, but I wasn’t on much with all the 2nd year antics; then I just forgot about the blog; then I remembered but was too tired to do something about it; NOW here I am.

I am not going to go into much now as its nearly half 11 and I just want to sleep forever.

Will post a picture of me as paedobear at a recently halloween party though just for the craic.

Rawr. These girls are too old.

Currently listening to: The Smiths - The Sound of the Smiths.

It’s been a while

So life has been building and building, and news flowing, and flowing… and now I just don’t know where to start!

Reading was amazing!
I would go into some great detail if it was the day after I got back like I had planned to do, but it’s now two weeks after that, and I just cant be bothered to write a big summary.

So here it is in short; Kings of Leon, I hate you

Not much else has happened except working, which I have been paid for without a hitch you will all be glad to know after that fiasco with transfering stores between London and Canterbury.

I finally was able to give Becca her present a little belated but I think it was okay because I spent a lot of time writting her a book as she enjoys my stories.

What else have I done? Started saying goodbyes to people before we all go away to Uni again, Will left ages ago and it’s not really that nice this coming saturday I’ll be moving back and saying goodbyes again which I am not gonna like one bit. It’s really tearing. I’m so excited for living in my own house with Conor and mates, the prospect of Uni social life excites me greatly also, and hell, I even miss the working a bit. But at the same time, I hate being so far from peoples, especially Becca. I guess it’s lucky I am only a short train journey away from home, even if slightly expensive.

Erm, Glenties are through to the finals back home, fair played to you lads. I would love to get over to see it… Might consider it…

Ah recaps are hard,  I am just gonna promise myself to update as it happens, that will be easier!

Knob shaped bloomer, Goody rants, and of course the most grand Grand Slam

Today I sold a bloomer that was the shape of a knob. Apparently this isn’t common as I google imaged, and all I could find was a rabbit bun (that looks a bit like a misshaped cock anyway).

5 Balled man with funny looking phallus.... Or a rabbit bun. You decide.

Just thought I’d whack that in as it amused me greatly at 8:25 in the morning. But I was easily impressed and amused today. I awoke at 7:15am for work, after getting in to my room in Canterbury from London at about midnight, to quickly find that Jade Goody had passed away. R.I.P

However, this meant for me that the papers I was about to assemble would be littered with her face, so I was not best pleased…. (Again just to note that I have more of an issue with the daily press coverage we have had of her death than her even though I am definitly not her biggest fan to say the least).

But, alas, the papers were published long before she died and I was media-goody free. I assume tomorrow will dedicate 24 pages to her life in celebration, but as long as it ends tomorrow then fine.

Now, (eagerly awaited by Rob it seems) it’s time to talk about the grandest Grand Slam seen. The deciding match between Ireland and Wales yesterday was the most thrilling, yet nerve wracking, experience i’ve been through this year. The family were congregated in the living room, Irish jerseys all round, the curtians drawn and the tv up loud. My dad – who usually refuses to even watch the games because my mum reckons she is an Ireland coach training the lads not from the touchline but from her sofa-  even was up out of his seat when Wales scored the drop goal that put them ahead by a point with 5 minutes of the clock. My mum was on the floor head sunk in her lap as she thought there was no coming back. Luckily for us all, O’Gara knocked over the drop goal which resulted in my mum cooking a fucking fantastic dinner. (Might have had something also to do with Jones missing the penalty…)

The Championship winning, Triple Crown, and Grand Slam Irish team.

But basicly, wow. Ireland in every six nations look the part till they let themselves down and mess up somewhere along the lines. This year they proved to be an amazing squad full of harmony and passion. Fair play.  Eireann go Brach!

“The female orgasm”

Home sweet second home.
I arrived back in Canterbury today and moved into my room swiftly and got the radiator on the go.

Just finished unpacking and doing a wee tidy up, (not that it needed any, my room was spotless as I set my foot through the door, but i made my own mess of bags and cables), and its time to jam till 9am tomorrow morning. I’ve forgotten how to rouse myself at such a time but I guess it will be done.

This was an interesting read…

The Times reported how “wealthy men give women more orgasms“,

He believes the phenomenon is an “evolutionary adaptation” that is hard-wired into women, driving them to select men on the basis of their perceived quality. The study is certain to prove controversial, suggesting that women are inherently programmed to be gold-diggers.

Which is all well and fine, but being an ex Psychology student, I cant help but find so many flaws in this study…
That, and why don’t they look to cure cancer instead of asking 5000 Chinese families if they earn a fair bit and whether shes a screamer?

Crisis!

Crisis! Credit crunch! ReCession!

‘C’ is evil I’m telling you…

Everywhere I go, everything I hear, everything I read; crisis.
Walking downstairs, taking two steps at a time – and then jumping the last three – because I can, I heard the lovely voice from the radio say in a slightly over exaggerated tone that thousands of people face the chop and will be made redundant at more massive names in this countries economy.
I read that applicants to universities has hit a low because post graduates can’t get jobs and that demand has fallen in most sectors for employing students. However, i sit here, eating a bowl of grapes revamping my CV as I look to seek a new job as my current one in Canterbury is extreme effort. Effort in the sense that its actually about 3 odd miles away from campus and I used to get lifts there from a very kind supervisor who has since moved on to bigger things, thus leaving me to make my own way there costing me bus fares, which for poor students like myself, is ludicrous. Oh and did i mention that the bus service in Canterbury and surround area is terrible? I have the choice of waiting 50 mins for the next bus to the town centre and then a 20 min walk to my room, or a 1hr+ walk to the town centre plus the 20 to my room when finishing work at 10 and heading home?

Anyway.

That’s why I’m looking for a new job, and luckily enough I should be able to get one on campus, for better pay. Hmm shotgun? Oh, might I also add that I recieved “advice” that studying at Uni is a waste of time from one individual who received a 2-2 in the same degree as me (Computer Science) and is now working in retail full time. The key reasons for this might have been the 2-2 you got, and you’re lack of searching for a job thinking people would pine for you after getting a degree. I am confident in aiming a lot higher, ideally leaving with a first and a years experience in industry to help me get my job in 3 years time once the situation in this country – and indeed the the world – has changed. Thanks for the advice  any who.

Oh and in other news, I love the irony of it all:

Aha! If only this was real money!

Lorne Spicer here on the right is a money guru.
Anyone who watches a bit of daytime TV will recognise her from Cash in the Attic, but she is also the BBC’s cash guru, advising people how to handle their money and how to stay out of the red in these hard times.

Guess who was declared bankrupt by several thousands of pounds today?

You are a clever one .