The Musings of a Man about to leave.

 On Sunday, I move away up to Reading University for my second crack at being a useful academic individual. This is more than likely going to be the last post from my house in Sunny (for the time being) (it won't last) Devon.

Looking around me, I'm squished into the back room of my house in Paignton, totally surrounded by my miscellaneous worldy belongings, and my best friend the piano. Among these scattered tokens of my personality are:

• Cutlery
• An accordion
• A crapload of clothes
• A whole box of just Pokemon gaming stuff
• A PS1, and random awesome games (nostalgia!!)
• A keytar
• Wires. Just a load of rather useful wires that are no doubt already tangled up
• A case of Juggling equipment and of course the ol' one wheel bike

I could go on for more, but I feel I would detract away from the point of this post, which I can assure you was not just to write a list of "things I own"...

I feel mentally and physically prepared this time. Mentally, I have an idea of what it will be like, and I'm about prepared to give up living at home and working in the local wetherspoon. Physically... well I'm about as fit I was last time (not that it made a difference) and there have been advances in the alcohol processing of my liver and my palette for real ale and fortified red wines. I have also added a modicum of ridiculousness in the form of hair dye to my otherwise boring blonde hair. ...So I stand in good stead. 

I think I am a more grown up person than I was last time. Less naive perhaps for good reason, but that doesn't mean you won't catch me in  freshers week "rather inebriated" and looking "potentially embarrassing" in any manner of downright farcical garments that will theoretically make up a themed costume. 

I do however have a considerably more sizeable list of short and long term goals this time around. I thought it would be amusing to take note of them before I hopefully don't fail at all of them:

• Continue running as my chosen sport. I went to Bath University rather fit from all the competitive road racing and years of training, but kicked that in the arse as soon as I got there and lost all my fitness. I struggled when I came back to training, regrettably. Its taken me a year of hard work to get back to where I was 2 years ago, and I'm committed to not letting it slide this time. SO TAKE NOTE, I intend to Join "Reading Road Runners", train with them, and race well.
• Actually finish the course. I know its a no-brainer, but lets face it, I didn't go to University the first time around with the intention of NOT ACTUALLY GRADUATING and ducking out after a year. This fact is not going to make me work any harder than I did before, because that wasn't the problem. I worked my poor brain into the ground and came out with incredibly poor results that were both understandable, given my lack of understanding of mathematics, and very demoralising.
• I'd like to meet a nice girl. I say no more. Rather unsurprisingly, living at home and working for wetherspoons lands you with a theoretical dust bowl for meeting new people .Also, its Devon. A lot of people are here to retire, not to find boyfriends or anything like that. My last experience of University in that respect was rather jaded, as I had the proverbial shackles of a relationship back home on the go. These shackles were by no means shackling, as in unenjoyable, but nonetheless I shared no part in mixing with new people on anything other than a friendship level. Time passes and I'm used to being a singularity again and have been for a while. Maybe University will change things up. Make no mistake, I'm not going looking, but I won't have my eyes shut either.

Well that was deep. And now to lighten the mood, a list of considerably more pointless short term goals:

• Join the Real Ale Society. Now my interest is rooted, I see no reason to not join a club and meet like minded people.
• Keep juggling! Yes, well... keep juggling and learning amusing circus tricks I guess. Its fun.
• Organise my underwear and socks better than last year.
• Get a cupboard in the kitchen early so I don't end up under the sink again
• Possibly start a quote board, that was fun.
• Continue to be a musician in every way. All the way from trying not to be a philistine about metal, walking around in a bowler hat, to continuing to be in a kickass band with James and G. 

I think thats about it. Sorry about no pictures. The camera is packed! but I will just open my picture file and find a random one thats quite funny. And post it below. Lets see....

AHA! Raccoons. There you go.

Entirely illegible for all the wrong reasons.

Its all kicking off now in the world of Jamie Duffield. University is around the corner and matters like finance and enrolment are stacking up like some sort of playground pile-on game. On top of that, (pun intended) I recently received my reading list and required study books list from my course tutor.

I'm not sure whether this is better or worse that when I was at Bath University, because with Bath, I only needed one book. It weighed about 15 tonnes and cost £50. Carrying it around was impossible, and one could forseeably render a burglar unconscious with a blow to the head from the book itself (assuming you could lift it).

However, this time around, my book list consists of a total of at least 8 publications... Luckily, I was smart about this and proceeded to order them all second hand from amazon for a total of £68. Combined, they probably weigh about the same as my old chemistry book, but I digress.

Some of you may be wondering about the seemingly ambiguous title once again.

Some of you may be under the notion that you have already figured out how the title relates to the post.

Perhaps the reason the title contains connotations that suggest the books I have purchased are illegible, points towards the fact the books are second hand?

Well you are wrong. The books are in near perfect condition. And yet the one I have started to read through is, as a matter of fact, almost illegible. Allow me to explain in further detail, for I am sure you are all "enthralled".

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Those of you who know me may be aware of the fact that I take pride in what I deem "a fairly extensive vocabulary and comparative knowledge of spellings and meanings". In short, I like to thing I know a lot of words and how they are spelled. This means I rarely have trouble reading books that include long words and replicating them in my own essays/ writing etc.

However this book just takes the piss! It stands as the only book I have EVER needed to read coupled with a dictionary that I have to keep persistently referring to!

The book is an anthology/ introduction to modern art and modernism, which bangs on about artists that were at the forefront and whines about how most art critics are wrong for trying to define anything. I can tell you that although it isn't boring, it is nigh impossible to understand... Such words have come up like:

• Verisimilitude- when something bears little believability or likeness
• Bourgeois- middle class or standard in origin
• Acquiescence- acceptance without protest
• Daguerreotype- an early photograph taken with and Iodine-sensitised silver plate and mercury vapor
• Avantgardism- in artistic terms, when someone is at the forefront of awesomeness and everyone is following them in the style they work in
• Obfuscation- to cloud, mix up or bewilder a system of ideas
• Esoteric- to be intended for, or only really going to be understood by people who know what they are talking about

Believe it or not, this selection of words comes not from the whole book, or even the 20 odd pages I have read so far... Alas, it comes from a paragraph consisting of about 10 lines. 

....

I guess I need to up my game! 

What I find interesting, is that if you look at the last definition I listed, you will see that I have been trying to explain that this book is COMPLETELY ESOTERIC.

Are those my socks?

Well some of you may be reasonably bemused by the title of this post. Well to put it plainly, I was also very bemused, but it makes sense I swear. Bare with me.

Well recently, I have been training with a mate of mine, Lee. Running, that is. To get directly to the point, he started running about 11 weeks ago, after having being at base level ZERO for a fair while. He won't mind me saying this, but in his own words, his running (to begin with) was rather akin to "a fat dog gasping for air"... ¬¬

Even a sausage at the finish line would have been totally useless. Use it as a door stop perhaps.

But now, 11 weeks after the numerous runs and moaning with heavy breath, we are getting somewhere and the proverbial sausage at the finish line is getting much closer. The running is coming along well, and the mileage has been piling up slowly but surely. However, there is a gremlin holding him back from progress and inviting injury through the door. Once again to put it plainly, he has a REALLY SHIT pair of shoes. Somewhat similar to something you may catch Aladdin wearing in the street. And to be honest, even Aladdin probably had the better shoes.

These shoes have been called a number of harsh words from fellow members of the running group, the witty metaphors have been flying in all directions. To name a few examples:

• "Just as useful as some ham stuck on your feet"
• "You may as well be running with pitta breads on your feet"
• "I guarantee you will lose these in the mud today" (HE DID)
• "Oh, he's not still wearing those things is he? ..."
• "I'm going to keep treading on your feet until you get some better shoes" (said by an 80 year old man)

Basically they aren't very good. And today, they were put through hell and back and came out the other side looking like pieces of material covered in droppings with some rubber lying around nearby. What I'm trying to  tell you is, that this very day Lee Buckley completed a open public cross country race.

Everyone was very impressed with his performance and he even got a spot prize for exceptional performance. He asked me and the coach at the club what races were coming up, because he wanted to compete with me before I leave for University. Lets just say that the Dartmoor Dash was not exactly the race I would have chosen for myself to start out easy. I had never run it before so I wasn't sure what to expect. I was told that it is "quite flat, for dartmoor".

I sort of just listened to this and took in the fact that it was quite flat. So I said to Lee, yeah this should be fine for you to run. To my dismay, this nugget of suggestion was somewhat of a red herring... Well I sort of ignored the fact that we were in DARTMOOR where there is NO FLAT. I mean, for those of you who aren't familiar with dartmoor, it is where the land army and the marines do their training.

2 miles in and I was running up hills and through bogs and mud and stuff... I suddenly thought, "shiiit, Lee is gonna have to run through this terrain..." 10 weeks ago he could barely run a mile without collapsing in a heap and now I have told him he could finish this race that I was honestly having trouble with myself! Essentially all the way around I was concerned for his life as I dipped and slumped through thick mud and peat. I felt like I had personally signed the execution papers and sent him toddling off to the race.

I finished well, coming in at 6th place in about 38 minutes or something for 5.18 miles according to my new garmin watch (woo, gadgets). I spend the next 20 minutes biting my nails wondering if Lee was curled up dead in a ditch somewhere on the course.

But then at roughly 59 minutes, I saw his 6"6 frame come tearing over the hill toward the finish line, in good form as well! We were all very pleased with his performance, deservedly. 

And to go back to the title, that was just when he somehow left his socks on the pavement outside a bus stop and we walked past them hours later like, what the hell are these doing here?

Run, run, as fast as you can

I'm not the gingerbread man, but I think I'm reasonably hard to catch.

At the moment, my training is paying off big time. When I first went to university, I got stuck into the lifestyle of studying, and of course juggling. However, my running never really came into my life again for a whole year. I put on a bit a of weight and lost a whole bunch of fitness, and the only thing I gained was a bit of flexibility- which is useless.

I spent the last year or so "getting back into it". However I soon realised that I was becoming one of those runners who is ALWAYS "just about" trying to "get back into it". I couldn't really commit to my training, and quite frankly I just wasn't sure how to train properly. About 3 months ago however, I met up with an old friend of mine and he gave me tried and tested instructions over a couple of beers. Since then, I have been following that very plan.

My first competitive road race back as a team member of South Devon athletics was "The Exterminator". A 10k route that starts and finishes at the local college, and goes through stoke gabriel down to the creeks. I was attempting to beat Jamie Dent, a good friend of mine and revered runner in the club. We had people all placing theoretical bets on who would win out of us two, so it was all pretty tense. Long story short, I beat him- just! Only one place in it, and we finished in a clean 4th and 5th place out of about 200 runners.

An interesting thing about this race was that it was part of the club competition the "senior grand prix". Basically, at the beginning of every year, the club committee chooses 14 races in the calendar. To qualify, you have to run 7 or more of them. Your points are totalled up from your best seven, and then a winner is announced at the end of the year. It is all done within the club, so it only matters who you beat in the club. First back from the club gets 50 points, second back 49, and so on.

Anyway. If all stood, I would get 50 points from the exterminator, and Jamie Dent would get 49.

However, much to my dismay, it then surfaced that my membership had expired. I was disqualified from that grand prix race and my points were confiscated and given to Jamie. I was very disheartened, because I had worked so hard to beat him. There was nothing I could do really but train harder for the next race and sort out my club membership.

So I did just that. Last thursday, was another grand prix race, this time the "dawlish coastal dash". I knew that I could beat Jamie now, I proved that to myself last time. I knew that I had trained just as hard since the Exterminator. However, I knew that Jamie Dent has a mean pair of sprinting legs on him, and this race was only a 4 miler. If he was close enough to me near the finish, I have known him time and time again to just open up into another gear and blast past me over the line. Well I gave it my best, and I just managed to get back first for the club again! Roll on the next race.

In other news, James Strutt (left of picture above) competed for the first time as a South Devon runner on thursday as well. He pulled out a great sprint finish, beating the guy he had been neck and neck with for the whole race. Congrats dude!

The Greatest Bemusement to ever Befall Mankind.

Many of us human beings are puzzled by things we cannot explain. A lot of the time this is due to not having the correct level of scientific knowledge. If you are thinking that I am referring to the cosmos, or that God thing, THINK AGAIN.

I am in fact referring to one of the greatest bemusements to ever befall mankind..

"Why is it when you leave some wires in a draw/ on the floor/ on the table/ anywhere do they tangle themselves up on their own?"

This below, is in fact a picture from over the edge of my desk.

I am sure you have all wondered about this, or just been frankly pissed off about the time it takes to untangle them all. As a gamer, and a musician that uses electricity-powered devices (mic, guitars, keyboards etc) I used to be constantly befuddled by the disarray that that wires get themselves into as soon as I have left the room.

It is thanks to my A level in Chemistry, a vague understanding of physics, and my brief spell as an undergraduate masters student that I can finally explain. Here is me featured in the lab with some friends of mine from Uni. The photo on facebook is tagged "chem possy LOL". I think that sums it up.

Anyway, it is a simple case of understanding some or all of the 3 (4, if you count the 0th) laws of thermodynamics.

I could go into all the jargon, or direct you to websites that will attempt to explain, but I have to say even wikipedia makes it too complicated for people without a sciencey background to recognise. Fortunately, there is a British Scientist and Author, C. P. Snow, who has a very handy way of understanding them for your average Joe:

"Thermodynamics, is the study of the relationship between heat, work, and internal energy of a system. The 3 laws can be stated as such:

1. You cannot win. (You can't get something from nothing, basically you can't create or destroy energy or matter)
2. You cannot break even. (You can't get back to the same energy state, because ENTROPY ("disorder") ALWAYS INCREASES)
3. You cannot get out of the game. (absolute zero is totally impossible to reach)"

And so you see, the 3 laws of thermodynamics, are just like a really shit game of poker. You can't win. You can't break even, and you can't get out of the game.

The part I have capitalised is the part that concerns these blasted wires.

 Entropy is the key. Although they tell you it is not exactly correct when you study chemistry, Entropy basically does mean "disorder". For example, If you have some blue sand at the bottom of a jar, and some yellow sand at the top of the jar, when you shake it, it will always mix up. It will never in theory sort itself out again into blue and yellow.

.... drumroll please...

AND SO... The reason why wires tangle themselves up when they get nudged or moved is because the entropy of the system of wires always increases, resulting in an increase in disorder. Tangled wires have a higher entropy level than untangled wires, so untangled wires in theory with ALWAYS tangle.

What I am trying to say is, you can't stop it. Wires tangling up is encompassed in the second law of thermodynamics. And those rules are f***ing tight. No loopholes. (hehehe great wire pun)

Accordion-based Shenanigans part 1

Shenanigans. Great word.

Anyway, I realised that everyone has an uncle or older male relative that plays the accordion and always comes up with terrible puns. When I am older, I will BE that uncle. I have got the terrible puns bit down (ask any of my friends) but as for the actual playing of the accordion, I'm not exactly the next Mozart.

I do recall a long time ago, I made a blog post about trying to learn the accordion. However, that old accordion I was using had a number of malfunctions:

1. It didn't work.
2. ... I think I have summed it all up in point one.

Well this accordion I am using is better. Mostly for the reason: it functions as an accordion. Unfortunately it isn't mine, it is actually George's. But he is letting me borrow it until he wants it back, so thats pretty slick.

The old accordion I was using was an Italian-made Alvari, which pre-dated world war 2. And you could tell, due to the obvious level of disrepair. This one is a Japanese-made "Parrot" accordion.

I have been told these are usually put together very well and are pretty decent. I trust Japanese craftsmanship. After all, they built the first Game Boy, and mine still works like new.

Part 2 of this blog post will be a video of me playing some tunes I have learned, so watch this space!

1000 photos on facebook

Just now, I realised that I have got 1000 photographs on facebook. Thats crazy! It seems strange, as I was an extraordinarily late comer to the realm of facebook, as I only joined towards the very end of year 13. By that time, the majority of people my age had become well established on the social network.

Photographs are an excellent way of keeping record of what you have been up to in the past, and it is the only way to see how you have aged. I don't think I have aged very much at all in the last 3 or so years, but for your viewing pleasure, below is the very first picture of me to ever appear on facebook.

In this picture from left to right are my friends Anna Henderson, Sam Stafford, and of course myself. This is the last day of churston grammar school sixth form, we are all dressed in wild west format. It was uploaded on the 23rd May 2009, and I would have been only 17. I think I look rather fresh faced, and maybe a bit thinner. It is now the 5th June 2011, and I will be 20 in a month. Time makes fools of us all. No wait- Alan makes fools of us all...

I was hoping that my 1000th picture would have been something memorable, something including off-the-scale grandeur or me doing something suitably impressive. However, my wishful thinking appears to have left me with somewhat of a hollow victory, as my 1000th picture is.... drumroll please... ... a "slightly out of focus shot of me talking to George White, and I am facing the wrong way". The picture is courtesy of a mobile upload from Izzy Slipper. Cheers.

And so in conclusion, ... well, nothing. I sort of explained everything already.

Pokemon of the Week: Kabuto, Kabutops

Thanks to Putu Agus Khorisantono, for the suggestion.

Well lets see, kabuto. Of course, one of the fossil pokemon found in mt moon when you have to choose with that super nerd guy. What a lame-ass. Why is it you can defeat Giovanni using pokemon and he leaves and disbands Team Rocket for good, but when you beat this super nerd he is just like 'fine, we'll share'?

I hate that guy.

Anyway, the pokemon itself is not too bad. It is another classic example of a pokemon that really isnt great at all in the unevolved form. But it is ok, just difficult to train and can't handle attacks from grass pokemon very well. It is based on a cool animal, the horseshoe crab, and so naturally it is part water type. I wish it wasn't because it makes it so much worse against a lot of types but I guess it makes perfect sense being a crab and all.

What I don't understand is why it can learn absorb. It is a water/rock type, and is based on a crab. No crab in existance has every been able to absorb anything, at least not in the suggestive plant-based method that comes with the territory of knowing the move 'absorb'...

Anyway, Kabutops is arguably one of the coolest looking pokemon in the first 150. Big claws and a dragony sort of body, it ticks the boxes. It does have its downsides though. First of all, it won't become cool til Kabuto evolves at level 40, if you really can be bothered, especially because it is not excellent at holding its own. Get ready to flop out the old experience share.

200th blog post for the win!

Well, its come to that time again. You may notice that when I hit 100 posts, I simply did a summary list of what has happened in the last century of them. And I intend on doing the same. So without further ado, he is what has happened in the last 200 posts!

1. I decided started unexplainably juggling more often during revision season
2. I noticed how much of a hermit you become when revising for exams, just living on tea alone
3. I made a juggling video.
4. I ran down a hill carrying a suitcase in order to make a train on time for a Ricky and the Pigeons gig
5. MASSIVE ASS was created and subsequently explained using script type dialogue
6. The time I sang the pokemon theme song in the car
7. I had all my colour cut from my hair, resulting in me being blonde again totally
8. I painted a picture of Link from Wind Waker. It was sweeeet
9. Me, Sam and Phil went to the cider bar in Newton Abbot
10. I set up a 7" screen in my room so I could play Zelda at University
11. A trainer on pokemon said "you look good at pokemon, but how is chemistry grade" ... ahem
12. Oli gets World of Warcraft to work on his computer, and we don't see him for weeks
13. I made a string arrangement of an old battery powered song
14. I defined snowing and hailing together as snailing, much to Karys's delight
15. The inorganic head of lab work deliberately wasted time so we couldn't finish our work early
16. In response to Graham, one beer please.
17. I wrote down a collection of funny jokes. All of which contain the punchline "one beer please"
18. Me and Tom "Foolery" Bartlett stole some chemicals from people when ours didn't work.
19. Gravity Vomit had our awesome animal party. I dressed as a Raccoon.
20. Me and James Strutt downed a bottle of wine each
21. I hugged one of my juggling heroes, Haggis McLeod
22. The word verification system spelled out 'broast'
23. I raced to finish a lab report after a huge foul up to start with and I established my ex girlfriend can't juggle to save her life
24. Food was getting nicked from the kitchen, so I decided to appoint myself detective and bug the kitchen.
25. My camera software crashed, so nobody was caught
26. We spent 7 hours playing a game of monopoly
27. I tried not shaving, it was pathetic.
28. I posted from Wades kitchen
29. Gravity Vomit scary clowns night, I was elected as club secretary after narrowly missing chairman
30. I painted the hylian shield on my face for no good reason
31. I had a brief break from blogging
32. Went for a walk around berry head, nice scenery, tiny lighthouse
33. We made a trip to woodlands and I saw Alan's first full beard
34. I found some old game boy games and vowed to keep them safe
35. After previously condemning the release of pokemon on DS, I decided it was actually really good
36. Ricky and the Pigeons recorded our first album with Tom Crump in his attic
37. Rich Butterfield and Alan O'Brien gave me some of their music.
38. I set up some sort of revision contract
39. I quickly updated to let you know I was still studying, and still somehow alive
40. I got halfway through my exams and started looking forward to home
41. I reminisced about what it was like living in Eastwood 4, on the day I was leaving
42. James Rooney joined us as a fellow blogger
43. I announced the arrival of summer
44. I tried not shaving again, but only managed 8 days. It was terrible anyway.
45. I made a precursor to the next few blog posts
46. I left Bath University FOR GOOD, and explained my reasons
47. I ate a giant chocolate coin
48. I explained what was going on with the band, and introduced Dave as our advisor
49. I talked about how I felt about Sophie
50. My Keytar finally arrived in the mail!
51. I designed a metapod based t shirt
52. I started tweeting again, to increase my online presence
53. I did a big post about how great pokemon is, and what I have been up to in the games
54. We discovered why the french kept retweeting all of the bands tweets (#ratp)
55. I bought some denim wayfarers...
56. The band took a snafusis to Reading University to check it out
57. I started drawing again 
58. I explained my love of ales and spoke briefly about the Ale festival
59. I designed the label for my first home brew
60. I passed my driving test!
61. Ricky and the Pigeons carved some Halloween pumpkins
62. We met Darryn "New Alan" Dunn for the first time and got drunk with him
63. I put up the video of the pumpkin carving
64. I made a post in Binary because Rooney can't read
65. I took note of some of Ricky's new catchphrases 
66. Rooney lied to me and i fell for it, so I posted a picture of him in a girls top
67. I explained the magic of Sir hiss
68. Went paintballing for Adam Cowell's Birthday
69. I started recording some battery powered songs on the keytar
70. I started the brewing of my first home ale
71. I made a new sister blog: "What Ale?"
72. We all had a laugh about foot can.
73. Day 2 of brewing, it seems to be working
74. I tried getting back into running again
75. Sophie left me.
76. Day 5 of brewing, it was goin well and I planned on bottling soon
77. Me and Ricky went shopping to try and cheer me up
78. I made a list of 10 things I don't understand
79. I took a trip to Bath, much merriment was had by all
80. Me and Ricky went on a day trip and played crazy golf. That homeless man made a song...
81. I bought a new pair of corduroy slacks
82. I made a list of 10 things I love
83. Paddy Turpin joined us as a fellow blogger
84. I auditioned for Britains Got Talent
85. I decided that James Corden is not very funny, just quite fat.
86. I started up pokemon of the week again with the Zubat evolution chain
87. I dropped a breezblock on my finger and crushed it
88. I made a list of the top 12 quirky items I own
89. I found the phrase "get away bugs" in a Zelda game
90. Me and Ricky ate a christmas dinner at the old folks home and I sang for them
91. The morning after we went to the pub and had a drink in the morning
92. We went on a quest to find a chinese takeaway open in the daytime. No such luck
93. I drew a picture of Neo Cortex to prove i still could draw
94. Lickitung and Lickilicky were pokemon of the week
95. I discovered why all my internet traffic to the blog was all coming through the searchword "Onix"
96. I learned about "grime" and tried to explain it
97. I learned about dubstep, and tried to explain it.
98. I started blogging again, after a long break.
99. Kabuto and Kabutops are pokemon of the week, but due to the silly way blogger orders things, It appears after the "200th" post.
100. I wrote about what had happened in the last 100 posts!

Blogging = Awesome

Oh dear. I have not blogged for six months. Since CHRISTMAS! To be fair, I have been doing other stuff, but hey its a shame. It was brought to my attention not too long ago how amazing a blog is for keeping memories. Just like a diary for all the funny stuff we get up to. I remember saying when I first set this thing up, I hope I can look back at this in 10 years and read about how "cool" I was.

Well lets just say by not blogging for six months I haven't exactly helped that dream along.

So to get to the point, there have been some key landmarks in my life that I personally believe are relatively noteworthy, just to bring us all up to speed with what the hell is going on.

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Me as a person: I think I'm pretty much still the same, but then again I would. I think my beard is starting to get a bit better as well, and I have experimented with long hair again. Since this picture I have compromised and cut it back halfway. We'll see what happens.

Social life: Well, I am single. I have been for some time and I think I have got used to it. It was difficult at first and I made a few mistakes here and there but now I'm settled. I spend a lot more time in the pub now I think, not just for drinking, a lot of hanging out takes place. I still have friends, and things are pretty slick. Here is some of us during new years eve. Cops and Robbers (and milkmen... COLIN).

Work: I have finally left McDonald's and turned my back on the clown that was running my life. Not the manager, I meant Ronald McDonald. As of just yesterday, I now work in the vigilance! The vigilance, for those who aren't aware, is the Brixham branch of Wetherspoons. Lovely pub.

News: There have been a whole bunch of scandals with various football players, but there always are, so who really cares. Osama bin Laden was found and shot dead by American forces earlier this year. Prince William and Kate Middleton wed earlier this year as well. The Libyan government is in upheaval and Colonel Gaddafi is still being a dick it seems. There was a huge Earthquake and tsunami in Japan which killed lots of people, and there was a big earthquake in new zealand. UK and American troops are still in Afghanistan. Oh and the Go compare guy is STILL HERE and STILL ANNOYING, as well as the damn insurance meerkats that everyone just loves. (not me. ... simples. bah.)

The Band: Ricky and the Pigeons is still going strong, and I don't believe I mentioned we have a new arrival... George White on drums, everyone. Round of applause. We are no longer with "wasteman Dave" our previous "manager" because he was doing nothing to help the cause. However, we will be recording soon with a new guy, so stay tuned. We are starting to sound amazing now and I hope we go far. There are loads of people wanting to book us back in the local area, the gigs are just rolling in. We have new songs, such as Taxicab and Go Crazy, just to name a few. So yeah, WE STILL ROCK.

Running: I have been training very hard and I am pleased to say I am well and truly "back into it". I did my first competetive 10k in over a year last month, coming in 4th place out of 200 runners, beating every runner from South Devon Athletic club. I owe a lot of this to Les Golder, who was my ex primary school teacher and now running advisor. He is very experienced and also a good friend, so I am looking forward to keeping this up. I have been training about 5 days a week covering about 30 miles on average per week.

Pokemon: The release of Pokemon Black and White was a total success. The game is awesome. Thumbs up.

Education: Well, I can confirm I will be attending Reading University to study primary education with art specialism. And I have also finally sorted out my student finance after a lot of bother and umbrage. I start in October, and provided his results all turn out ok, Big G will be coming as well to do chemistry with forensics! I think the start of this academic year is gonna be sweeeeeet.

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That is all, apologies for the huge post, but with 6 months of inactivity it makes logical sense to do it this way. Also take note that my other blog "What Ale?" is back up and running as well. Find the link in the sidebar.

'Til next post.