Many adventures!

Well its been over a week, but I can't say I'm surprised, I have been so busy, and its been a bloody good week. I probably shouldn't be blogging now, given the minuscule amount of revision I've done, but I'm eating lunch, so if I don't do it now I never will, and I'll get nagged by my frequent readers, well Matty.

The days up til Friday weren't overly exciting, just relaxing and nice really, went to all you can eat Chinese on Thursday and was going to go to the Varsity (vs Trent uni) Hockey match in the evening, but I felt very full and it was raining so that soon lost its interest.

But this weekend was fantastic. On Saturday we had an all day hockey tournament, and it would be no exaggeration to say it was one of the best days at uni ever, up there alongside the summer party last year. The weather was perfect hockey playing weather, not too hot but warm enough and dry. Although as it turns out hot enough to burn horribly, I have never been so badly sun burnt in my life, that evening I was bright red, and the next day there was pus everywhere, lovely eh? I still have some gorgeous dry skin on my face, it is quite horrible to be honest, but the day was so good it didn't take away from it. I've said this before but I'll say it again, the hockey lot are some of the best people I've ever met, I don't know whether its the hockey which fosters the community spirit, but you are always guaranteed to have a fantastic day with them. It was actually 11-a-side on a full sized pitch which as I didn't go on tour I hadn't played since school, and in midfield I thought I might die. But as it turns out my fitness was better than I thought it was and I did well. Other than injuring myself within five minutes that is . . .

Yes, dangerous sport hockey. My hand got hit by a ball from about 2 metres away and it hurt like a bitch. I actually had dimples on my hand from the hockey ball, but after an hour or so hugging an ice pack I went on to play three more matches in true hockey player style, despite not actually being able to grip a hockey stick properly. Anyway at various points I couldn't move my fingers or wrist, it bloomed up to the size of the tennis ball and went a lovely purple colour, my knuckles are still beautifully black. Ah but that's all the fun of hockey. Anyway we came 5th out of 18 teams which wasn't bad at all, given some of the teams had illegal numbers of uni players on them, and we had the highest score of the tournament (5-0) due largely to Sam channelling his aggression from Man U losing in to the game, I would not have liked to be that goal keeper.

Anyway after we all staggered home, Broadgate Hockey aren't famed for their warming up or cooling down, most of us met up again in the evening and went out. It was quite a quiet tame one by our standards as everyone was knackered and sun burnt but was still good fun, plus went to a couple of bars I hadn't been to before, The Hogshead (which was a bit like spoons but nicer and cheaper!), the Pit and Pendulum (which is a unique bar, I'll give it that, very gothic, and the toilets are behind a bookcase, pictured!) and the Bla Bla Bar (which was actually really nice, and opposite the Cookie Club so I'm sure we'll be back).

Then the next morning at some unearthly hour for a Sunday I got up to catch a train. Bumped into Jit on the bus which was nice cos I hadn't seen him in aaaages, Salma's birthday perhaps which was November. Then had the usual troubles with Sunday trains, was delayed in Derby for a good forty minutes in which time another train from Nottingham arrived, meaning I could have had an extra half an hour in bed! Anyway finally got to Oxford an hour late, where Mike and his girlfriend Fiona were there to meet me. I'd not met Fiona before but she seemed lovely, and a lot more rational than some of his ex-girlfriends, so maybe she won't hate me, we can live and hope.

Anyway we basically wondered around in circles that afternoon browsing through the shops, looking for a confirmation card for Mike's friend Ashley (a history student!), and trailing halfway across Oxford to a Christian bookshop only to realise it was a Sunday and thus closed. Then collapsed in Mike's room for a bit before going to Ashley's confirmation in the Chapel, Mike said I was more than welcome to stay in his room but I thought I'd come along out of curiosity really. Well it was all very religious and traditional with lots of the choir singing in Latin, even Ashley complained about it going on too long afterwards, still made me appreciate how dull church must have actually been for the people I'm reading about in my Protestant Nation module. Anyway after that we went into a bizarre room, for a strange tradition which as far as I can work out happens every time after chapel, which involves free alcohol, Oxford is a very odd place. They also have a Wine Cellar with very expensive old wine, which I fail to see the point of, surely students would rather buy a bottle of plonk from Tesco?

Then I even went to formal halls and wore a robe, which really wasn't half as bad as I imagined, despite having to stand for the top table and the prayer in Latin before it began (granted this was vaguely comical as was recited by a Scouser). The food was pretty good too, much better than halls food last year that's for sure! Anyway that evening we spent in the college bar (which didn't sell Strongbow! I was devastated), playing pool and on the IT box, which was set on the hardest level ever designed for Oxford students. Then we went to an ice cream parlour at half 11 at night, which was odd, but good fun, and had the most amazing brownie sundaes in the world! We proceeded back to Richard's room, which was comically on a slant and the wall panels extremely wonky, still I envy it from my tiny little room here in Nottingham.

Didn't get up to much the next day to be honest, just strolled around, it decided to rain on us, we discussed newspapers in the college bar, went to the University of Oxford Press Shop, because I was so excited by it (anyone who reads a lot of scholarly books will understand that excitement), and to the Bodleian Library which is one of I think three copyright libraries in the country (one in Cambridge, and the British library) and therefore has pretty much every book in existence. Unfortunately we weren't allowed in as I am a lowly Nottingham Uni student but we wasted hours in the gift shop. And eventually we made it back to the train station, I nearly had a heart attack that I'd missed my train as I ran over the railway bridge, but turns out mine was late anyway! Only by a couple of minutes this time at least!

Wow, this has been a long entry of my doings, I can't imagine many people are still reading, but I'll round it off briefly with my adventures last night. We went to Oxjam, which was a charity gig for Oxfam surprisingly enough. It was in a venue above the bar Muse, which was so nice, I'd love to own a room like that, the stage was raised and it was so cosy and relaxed, the music wasn't bad either, very chilled out. Unfortunately we came back earlier than I wanted to really as Merel wasn't feeling well, and I didn't want to have to get a taxi back to Broadgate on my own, oh well, was still a good night before that!

And with that I'll leave you to carry on whatever it was you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you!

Perfectly tolerable.

Well I'm writing this as I'm in the mood to write a blog, but I don't really have anything planned to say, so I guess its just gonna be a bit of a splurge.

Um well I finally handed in that bloody extended essay that's been haunting me since about last September. I have no idea how well I'll do in it because I was just so fed up with it by the end, but once it was binded properly it looked really impressive! I also got back my two essays from before Easter, and got 69 one one, and 70 on the other (ie. a first and one off a first!), so so so so so so pleased! If I can finish the year on a high 2:1 I will be ecstatic! I know what you're thinking right now, all I can hear is blah blah blah, so I'll move on.

So last night it was the monthly Cock Soc, for those of you who don't know what this is yet, shame on you. Cocktail society, £1.50 cocktails for whatever cheap alcohol they can chuck together, its sooo bloody sweet. Then they give you those candy necklaces and the amount of sugar and alcohol just makes you feel really really sick. Combined with the cheesiest music known to man it is one hell of a night. Its normally fancy dress too, although we didn't do fancy dress this time, was meant to be Easter Bunnies (read: Sluts) and Wrestlers (read: excuse to show body off), there were so truly terrifying costumes and many a man in tights. Not that I'm complaining obviously! It got to about half one, and we decided we should probably go soon, cos I had a nine o'clock lecture this morning (which I made it to!) anyway, we did the usual, 'We'll leave at the next average song . . . we were still there half an hour later, I can't remember all of what was played, but it definitely included, Oasis - Don't Look Back in Anger, The Killers - Mr Brightside, Pendulum - Slam, Dolly Parton - 9 to 5, S Club - Reach, Rihanna - Please Don't Stop The Music and more. Anyway, eventually went on the Grease medley, not that I don't love Grease, but I've heard it so many times in my life, one fewer isn't going to hurt!

Ah, good times. Anyway haven't been up to a lot else, just bits of work and procrastination and dossing in front of iPlayer, 4oD or films. I'm hooked to I'd Do Anything now, its so bad, I love musicals so much and well its just addictive and rubbish to be honest. The Oliver's are too cute and I have to be honest I still giggle at the prospect of Graham Norton and Andrew Lloyd Webber looking for Nancy's (joke done to death yet? I expect so). Anyway I love Jessie and her accent is soo adorable and her hair! Oh and Niamh (I think that's how its spelt, because she is sooo gorgeous, and Samantha cos she's just cute. Ahah, waffle waffle.

Just watched Pride and Prejudice (the 2005 version) again, seen it so many times now. I love it so so so much. I love the story, I've read it at least twice, I want to read it again sometime soon actually cos I haven't in ages. The characters in it are brilliant, I love Elizabeth Bennett to bits, easily my favourite literary heroine, she's so intelligent and sarcastic and beautiful but also a real person, with her faults. And lets be honest what woman doesn't want to find her Mr Darcy. I only learnt today why its called Pride and Prejudice, Darcy being the Pride and Elizabeth the Prejudice, alright laugh at me for being slow to catch on, but I love how they both finally overcome those and ahh happy ending! It always annoys me when people read Austen and say there's no sex in it, the film for example is a U, but to me that's missing half the point. The book is teeming with sex, there is so much sexual tension that had I been in the plot I'd probably have exploded or raped someone. I mean fair enough the film is a U cos kids don't pick up sexual tension, which actually was downplayed in the film as well, but seriously, IT'S FULL OF IT!


Anyway this adaption is so perfect! The cast are brilliant in their roles, I'm not a huge Knightley fan in general but her in this, and Atonement (don't start on me Matty, its a good enough film, but not on P and P level for me in terms of enjoyment) sold her to me as a serious actress. And Matthew Macfadyen (the dude from Spooks for those of you who don't know), is a very steamy Mr. Darcy who does the whole social ineptness perfectly. And I'm not normally a Donald Sutherland fan either but, he is sooooo good as Mr. Bennett. I could go on and on, Judi Dench is amazing as always in her minor role, and Simon Woods (who I have finally worked out I know from Rome) makes a very lovable Mr. Bingley, oh and the dude who plays Mr. Collins, Tom Hollander is perfect. I could actually go on forever, but I won't.

But I have to mention the scene, in the pouring rain when Darcy first tells Elizabeth he loves her, and she is all mad with him for fucking up Jane and Mr. Bingley. This is quite possibly one of my favourite scenes in a film ever. I'm not sure quite why I'm drawn to it so much. Darcy looks so damn hot, and the rain is melodramatic cliche at its best. I don't know, I'm no film director but it seems so perfect, so dramatic, so wonderful. And wow at the scenery! Ah I hope someone knows what I'm on about, Kayleigh was just a bit like, eh? Just watch and see yeah?



Ah I now have the biggest urge in the world to watch Rome and read Pride and Prejudice again, and with that I'll leave you fine people be.

A new leaf

Last night, I started thinking due to a variety of factors that I'll get to in due course but, its made me decide, I'm gonna turn over a new leaf as cliched as that may seem, in many areas of my life. I should explain first, that I am no unhappy with my life, in fact far from it, I love life right now, I'm happier now than I've been in a long time if ever. I'm also happy with who I am as a person, sure I have my faults, don't we all, I swear too much, I drink too much, I think I can come across as arrogant, particularly online, and I make far too many racist jokes that will get me in trouble one day, but that being said, I like me. After all, its people's faults that make them interesting.

Anyway you may be asking, why then do you want to turn over a new leaf, why fix what ain't broke? But that's not the way I look at life, if you keep adapting things and making them better, then they'll never break right?

Well the impetus for this change came mainly from me finally accepting something I've known for a long time. My best friends are no longer who they used to be. When you've been best friends with someone for sixteen years its quite hard to accept that suddenly you're not anymore. I'm not going to go into details, because to be quite honest, you probably don't want to hear them and I'd probably cry if I recounted them. But in the last few months I've been leaning on different people in my times of need, and having fun with different people, my 'best' friends wouldn't even be able to tell me what I've been through recently. So yeah.

This could of course be seen as a negative thing, and could make me very depressed, but anyone who knows me even remotely well, will know Clare does not get depressed easily, and looks for the silver lining. And that's just it, of course there's an upside, it hasn't been that I've suddenly found I have no friends at all, I've just found friends in different people. Kayleigh has been the best flatmate I could possibly ask for, and although she's not one I talk to about how I feel overly, she's always there to have a laugh with and for me to rant at occasionally. The hockey lot at uni, I could NOT ASK for a better bunch of people to go out with and have a fantastic time. Similarly people at home I've known for years I'm suddenly closer to than before, Charlotte, we've grown up together, but suddenly, through bonding sessions involving alcohol, we'll actually have sensible conversations which don't involve curly hair and men in white coats.

Then of course there's the wonders of the Internet. FFTW has become such a great community already, and its a board I actually felt comfortable enough on to open up on completely on my eating disorder, something I've never done through fear of ridicule. I could go on all day to be honest about how wonderful various people have been to me at various points, but I shan't. That being said there's three who do need a special mentions. So in alphabetical order to prevent some kind of testosterone fuelled competition . . .

Ben, you have been so so lovely to me in recent months, conversations with you never fail to make me smile at some point, I've kept your letter and will for years to come I expect. Never ever change from the genuinely lovely caring person you are.
Callum, seriously the shit you've been through recently and still had time to listen to me moan. I'm forever gonna be grateful for talking to you about bulimia etc. it is soooo nice to find someone who actually understands. You're a great mate even if you're a crap ice skater. And a note to Lucie, this DOES NOT mean I fancy him, ok?
Finally Matty, you were getting worried I wasn't going to mention you then weren't you? But lets be honest how could I not? You have been the most fantastic friend to me over the last year now, you make me laugh probably more than anyone else, I can't actually put into words what I'm feeling tbh. I never thought I'd see the day when a 17 year old hairy metal head Avril fan from Wales would be one of my closest friends. Its a strange world.

Well this is a bloody long entry already and I still haven't reached the point. A new leaf.

Right basically, the first thing that's happening in this new leaf of mine has to be related to my diet. I obviously can't set myself specific targets as I'm gonna fail big time. I know I'm fit and healthy, so all I'm doing is starting a food diary, and actually keeping it. Instead of purging, I'm gonna go for a run, because running (if not around a hockey pitch) fucking kills me, so that way I'll be less likely to eat the crap in the first place.

Secondly, in terms of the Internet my patterns are changing. I've spent too long online for as long as I can remember. Now don't go worrying, I'm still gonna be around, but I'll not longer be on if I'm doing absolutely nothing but staring at random sites for hours on end or talking to people I just can't be that bothered with for hours on end. I'll still be around, but it'll either be less or I'll be doing something else at the same time, such as . . .

This leads me onto number three, I'm getting back into my creative side, I've claimed I've not had the time for this, and that's quite simply not true. The time I haven't had has been wasted on the Internet doing nothing constructive. I used to read a book a week, at uni that simply isn't practical as I spend all day reading history books but I'm gonna try damn hard to read one a month. I'm also gonna try and get back into my writing and drawing more, but of course that is to a large extent dependent on how creative I feel at any particular moment.

I also at least in the short term will have work very much at the forefront, as I'm sure most people will as I have exams that I need to do well in for two reasons, firstly I'd like to go into the third year with at least some pressure taken off and secondly, I bloody well don't want to have to cut my summer in America short to come back and take re-sits.

And lastly, there's a mental adjustment going on in my head right now. In terms of where my priorities lie, who I can depend on, where my life is going (I actually have to start making these decisions soon) and so on. Nothing is set in concrete all I'm doing is trying to turn over a new leaf, for myself and for the people around me.

My life looks bright right now, I'm going to America for three months this summer and I'm doing well at uni, adjustments occur and improvements are made. I just want to go into it all with the right mindset.









I really do apologise for how long this is!

A bit of a random one.

So I was originally going to write this last night, but 2 triples and 2 cans of strongbow provided me with more of a challenge to my motor skills than I imagined, I'm becoming a light weight in my old age. In fairness this was probably a good thing, as if I hadn't noticeably been able to feel the effects of alcohol I probably would have done the next day when I reread what I thought was a perfectly coherent blog.

As you may have guessed, I'm back in the gun capital of the UK, and how I have missed it. Its funny last year i was never that desperate to get back to uni, looking back on it, I was surprisingly lonely for great chunks of last year and I didn't really notice except on off days, on which I'd do something radical and go to Oxford for the day (which for anyone planning to do so, isn't such a great idea, I had to get up at 6 and wasn't home til 11, and had to sit on a train back from Birmingham with a whole load of drunk Derby football fans). I think it came from ending a 2 year relationship and then despite having a huge group of friends at university not having one or two close friends. I never realised how important that was until last year, I guess I've always been lucky to have that close friend in my life. Anyway not the case this year! Due to the wonders of Kayleigh! Still got my huge group of friends plus a best friend. Ick how I hate the term best friend. Anyway that was a bit of a detour. Yeh I am so glad to be back, I enjoyed my Easter a hell of a lot but by the last few days I was ready to come back.

Having said that, I haven't been up to much since I got back. Mainly cos this bleeding essay is still hanging over my head. I hate long deadlines, they go on forever and ever and ever and by the end you really just don't care anymore. Still only 1500 words to go now, the end might just about be in sight, I'm hoping to finish it tomorrow, then go and get it bound (yes we have to get it ring bound, how stupid!), and ready to hand in for next Wednesday. So other than that haven't been up to much, obviously went out last night, just a quiet one with Kayleigh and her girlfriend, Shiv, who is lovely, she told me I had good legs, haha. Yeh we went to BZR, which is perhaps my favourite bar in Nottingham, not only do they sell triples for £2.50 (I know!), but I love (as nerdy as it sounds) the architecture, and they normally play amazing music, although I have to say last night was a bit of a let down on that front. But that is DEFINITELY where I'm headed for my 21st next year, I know a bit of forward planning given I'm only 19 still, but I'm not even in the country for my 20th, so its allowed.

Um what else? Well I went to my nine o'clock lecture this morning. Yes I know, congratulate me! Oh on Sunday evening Kayleigh and I did our usual film watching with baileys and ice cream. We watched Hitch, which I had seen before, but couldn't remember particularly well. It has Will Smith in it, doesn't really need anything else. Nice feel good, funny, light hearted film though which was nice. On the film front I also watched Romeo and Juliet on the TV the other day, the Baz Luhrman version, I love love love that film. I'm gonna buy it on Amazon, unfortunately its only £4 so nowhere near the price for free postage and I don't actually want anything else at the moment, although Kayleigh said she wanted something so we might be good.

And yeah I'm gonna leave it at that as I have a seminar to run to. Sorry for the random babblings in this entry!

Sixteen years.

Something a bit different for you all today!


The sun had blessed the rain drenched earth all day but as I stepped onto the doorstep it began to fall once more. Grabbing an umbrella from the coat stand I yelled my farewells, but as usual they went unnoticed. I could hear them even after the door slammed, the raised voices and strained patience. “Only two days”, I murmur under my breath.

The car sat unused on the drive, I could easily have taken it, but I fancied the walk to clear my mind. A walk I’d done for years, sixteen to be precise. Sixteen years and it had come to this. My drive gave way to the lane, and despite the rain I couldn’t help but run my fingers along the tall crumbling wall. Surprised once more that two grooves did not follow this path, as my footprints followed a younger, more innocent, less troubled Clare to her best friend’s home.

The apprehension was unbearable, and incomprehensible. Sixteen years we’d spent side by side, sharing firsts and most likely lasts. Always been the one I’d turn to in moments of worry, and strife, but happiness too. We’d shared our dreams on that park bench, those toilet blocks, the pub garden. But now a stranger I saw in my best friend’s eyes, heard in her words. Sixteen years for this?

I’d reached the end of the road by now and turned to pass the church and graveyard. My thoughts flickered inevitably to Richard, the one I’d never had the chance to know, but whose loss I felt all the same. It was him who made me strive every day, it was for him I lived two lives. Subconsciously I whispered the words that kept his memory alive, and paused despite the rain to bend and wipe the dirt from his small grave. Three weeks to sixteen years, to lose another would be to double the pain.

As I cross the old factory courtyard I glance across at the windows, images from Children of Men filter slowly past. The connection seemingly illogical, but the reality far from it. I pause again and my fingers close tightly around the wired fence, desolation makes me whole, gives me hope and m heart surges with a new found gratefulness. I tear myself away and quicken my pace, soon reaching the stream.

Absentmindedly I realise it is him that my mind has rested on, as it so often does nowadays. He encapsulates something for me that I am yet to put a finger on, his kind heart and warm words disarm my naturally sarcastic defences, I melt, who’d have thought? And still this goes unnoticed, I’m a better person, yet he believes it is him who is. A conviction too strong to argue with despite its falsity. As one life dies, another blossoms. Sixteen years.

Finally I near the end, her house rises in front of me, and I can’t help but smile. True my gut feels as if its wrenched in two, but too many fond memories can be found within these walls to erase the glow. I pace stealthily up the drive and pause at the door, stealing myself to knock, and brush the cobwebs from my mind. Gulping down the rising knot I sigh. Sixteen years, per omnia saecola saeculorum.

Dead pigs, gone off milk and complete twats

I've spent the whole time writing this blog trying to think of a snappy way of starting this blog, and I have absolutely no idea why now, as most of them start with 'Errr, well its been a while'. So instead . . . , well its not been that long!

That being said, nothing of interest has happened in the intervening days between my last entry and now. I've just worked five days straight and I'm absolutely exhausted. Don't get me wrong I love my job but by mid afternoon today I think I'd rather have strangled a screaming child than helped it. There were amusing moments as ever having said that. The highlight perhaps when I went searching for ice cream, opened the walk in freezer and nearly had a heart attack when there was a dead pig on the floor with no insides. I nearly threw up. There should be laws protecting you from that kind of thing, especially for the vegetarians out there! I had another near-vomiting moment today when Stu revealed his plans for his last day of work and showed me his year-old four pints of milk, the bottom was actually solid, then the middle was more or less milk consistency but a dull orangey white colour, and the top bit was just like dirty pond water. I feel ill just thinking about it.

So anyway the only thing of remote interest really was last night when Mike and Charlotte came over for a lazy DVD night, as both of them are back off to uni tomorrow. I thought we'd have a nightmare deciding on what to watch as we all have completely different tastes in films, Charlotte is your typical girly girl who is also obsessed with Disney films, whereas Mike and I would chose a political film or I'd go for a historical drama. But in the end it all proved very easy, we watched Back to the Future, which shockingly I have never seen the whole way through. I know its a really hyped up film but I really enjoyed it, and it made me giggle a hell of a lot more than Hot Fuzz did last week. I seriously think the doctor should have got an Oscar for his outstanding performance as a nutty professor.

Anyway I'm currently sat writing this in front of The Apprentice on BBC1. I love this programme, I think its reality TV for the educated (how snobbish does that sound?) But seriously its addictive, I remember last year it was one of the only programmes that was always on in the JCR (Junior Common Room), every week and there was always tons of us in there. I think this is the fourth series now, I've seen series 2,3 and now 4. Out of these, I think the second series was the best, purely due to the characters in it, particularly Syed and Ruth who exemplified what makes The Apprentice good, the fact everyone is a complete twat (that being said Katie in series 3 was probably my least favourite person on it ever). Chances are in every series you will dislike 90% of the contestants purely as they aren't very nice people, which I suspect is why I will never make my way in business.

We've got pretty good at guessing who is going into the boardroom between us, but guessing who is gonna be fired seems to be more difficult. Sir Alan Sugar is an unpredictable fellow, although he does have a lovely teddy bear face. There are some unbearable characters in this series too, Lucinda and the ginger one (I'm so good with names), are doing my head in with their unnecessary bitching, oh and the ginger one is just infuriating full stop. My brother is backing Raef, who described the members of the team as princes or paupers based on their economic background during the first week, and the guy that went that week, similarly split them into educated and uneducated, and considered his B at GCSE a failure. You see my point about unbearable contestants? All that being said there's even a moderately hot contestant this series, Simon, although my Dad and I had an argument about his hair, which was apparently 'scruffy' and my dad wouldn't give him a job, the fact he probably spent about half an hour styling his hair to be 'scruffy' and that was fashionable and quite common clearly went over my Dad's head. Generation gaps ftw.

Its taking me a ridiculously long time to write this blog cos I keep thinking it sounds complete crap, so I apologise. I never normally put the effort into my English or my writing in these things as I'm normally tired, I promise I write better normally, I have to I'm a history student!

PS. Boobies.

Caffeine fuelled blogging.

Well my last blog is dated wrongly as I actually posted it on Wednesday I believe, so the point I was about to make about a short time between entries probably won't appear to make much sense. BUT IT IS SO THERE.

Anyway I'm blogging mainly as a procrastination method, my essay is driving me a little crazy, just trying to order things and the like, so I don't really have a lot to say. This is largely due to the fact I really haven't been up to much in the last few days, except working on said essay and procrastinating hugely.

I did see Mike last night though which was fantastic. I was so glad to see him, I'd only seen him once so far in the holidays which is ridiculous really given he's my best friend. I really needed to see him too, I needed one on one time with someone to talk to y'know? I mean don't get me wrong, I know many people online I talk to regularly and could tell anything to, but face to face can't really be beaten. So yeah we just bummed around for the evening really. He bought popcorn (the stuff you actually do in the microwave) because its become a bit of a tradition and that was the last bag we had left from well whenever we bought in bulk (the summer maybe?) and apple loops. Now these are the most fantastic sweets in the WHOLE WORLD. Tesco's own, alright don't start on me for supporting Tesco but seriously, GORGEOUS. Just two of them is 13% of your daily allowance of sugar and we ate the whole bag between us, so god knows how much that was. This slightly contradicts the whole healthy eating thing I was moaning on about yesterday to a few people, but y'know, I wasn't really planning on starting til term started anyway, just due to practicalities. I'm waffling.

Anyway we watched Hot Fuzz, as neither of us had seen it, and my family appear to own it. The original plan had been Schindler's List as I feel like an appalling history student having never seen it, but to be honest i wasn't in the mood at all for that. Now Shaun of the Dead is one of my favourite films of ALL TIME, and I'd heard such good reviews for Hot Fuzz I was expecting the same. My god was I disappointed! Alright its funny in parts, and the whole thing being set in a Gloucestershire town made me giggle, but nothing made me laugh so I couldn't stop, or even laugh out loud particularly. I just didn't find it that funny, which is such a shame as so many of the actors Simon Pegg, Bill Murray, Bill Nighy, are some of my all time favourites. So yeah unimpressed with that one!

Final thing before I bugger off. Goldfrapp. Yesterday afternoon I was really frustrated with life in general, my essay, my eating habits everything, then I can't remember how but I thought of Goldfrapp. Within minutes I'd downloaded Seventh Tree (their current album) from iTunes and even before the end of song two I felt so much better. I fell in love with the album before I'd even heard it through the first time. Its so relaxing, and was perfect for a sunny afternoon, it'll sound great in the summer (despite the advert I saw on youtube describing it as the sound of spring). Seriously I would recommend it to everyone, or just youtube them or myspace them or something! I loved their older stuff too, Strict Machine and Ooh La La, are two of my faves but I have to admit I prefer Seventh Tree to all the older stuff. So yeah, come on guys I don't bang on about music much so when I do you should take notice!

And on a side note, she is fucking hot, and like 41, I'd love to look like her at that age, seriously, step aside Madonna, I'll do Alison Goldfrapp thanks.