For all the bad bits of my personality! I was born first so I'm attention seeking and argumentative, I can be selfish and worst of all I have no imagination. Seriously. I've been trying to write in this blog all summer and ask anyone, I've done loads of exciting things to share, but I don't want to just rhyme off all my summer activites. How boring would that be? But instead of thinking up some cool new angle, I wrote nothing. I stared at the nice blank box that normally has my fingers itching and couldn't think how to start. So I didn't. Now I'm sure you're thinking "thats not no imagination, thats just laziness!" You could say that, but then I'd blame it on the fact that I've got my younger brother to do everything for me since he was able! See, birth order again.
I can't play with toys either, I need other people. I don't really like my own company that much, I much prefer having people to entertain me. Siblings for example! I can't build anything with Lego, never have been able to. I need the instructions even to build a house. I still remember how to build the windmill that was first in the book. My brother was building space stations and land rovers and terrains for his dinosaur toys and I was copying the picture and arranging the furniture in my Sindy's dreamhouse.
So now I'm all out of things to write about again, so until next time...
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
We miss you!
I watched BBC's "Life of Grime" today. Twice, on two seperate occasions. I hate that programme, it makes me queasy, but the legend that is John Peel is the narrator. I miss him every day and I know that there are many young people just like me who feel lost in that big sea that is new music.
At first I will admit, I didn't recognise the dulcet tones straight away, I knew the voice made me feel happy and warm and fuzzy and I wanted to listen to it more but it was only after a few seconds that I put a name to a voice and I felt so much better. I miss tuning in at night and hearing the now famous "I think I played that at the wrong speed but I think it sounds much better that way" or the shock in his voice as a record ends early and after a few seconds of dead air you hear "oh! Sorry! It's back to me isn't it."
I could go on and on as many already have about the late great John Peel, but I'll leave with my favourite tribute which sums up my feelings exactly. Right I can't find the exact quote so I'll paraphrase for the moment.
"I was never an avid listener to his show but just knowing he was there when I wanted to listen made the world a nicer place."
I still get a pang of sadness when I go to tune in to the John Peel show and remember that he's gone. There is no replacement. We miss you JP!!
At first I will admit, I didn't recognise the dulcet tones straight away, I knew the voice made me feel happy and warm and fuzzy and I wanted to listen to it more but it was only after a few seconds that I put a name to a voice and I felt so much better. I miss tuning in at night and hearing the now famous "I think I played that at the wrong speed but I think it sounds much better that way" or the shock in his voice as a record ends early and after a few seconds of dead air you hear "oh! Sorry! It's back to me isn't it."
I could go on and on as many already have about the late great John Peel, but I'll leave with my favourite tribute which sums up my feelings exactly. Right I can't find the exact quote so I'll paraphrase for the moment.
"I was never an avid listener to his show but just knowing he was there when I wanted to listen made the world a nicer place."
I still get a pang of sadness when I go to tune in to the John Peel show and remember that he's gone. There is no replacement. We miss you JP!!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Not a Fun Game
Well Uni is over for first year. I absolutley can't believe it, it's flown by like I never imagined. So much has happened and I can tell already that I've met some people who I'll be friends with for a long, long time. No job or even college has made me think that, so it's nice. Got its downsides though, third years leaving and I don't know some of them well enough to keep in touch, but at Uni they've been really good mates. Best of luck to them, every single one has been brilliant.
Home now and it's pretty depressing. After living so close to so many people, coming home and having no one to wake you up, or to cook with, or to even just sit and do nothing with is weird. All my friends at Uni were the same as me with nothing to do and nowhere really to do it, so we were all together doing nothing, which actually turned out to be really fun most of the time. People here have lives and families and jobs and commitments that I'm not used to yet. Recently I've been able to phone up my mates and meet them there and then, now I'm having to make plans and organise things just so I can see people. I'm no quite used to it yet.
This is turning out to be more of a rant than a nicely written article. Maybe one day I'll change it, but right now I'm bored for the first time in months and feel like talking, but there's no one to talk to right now. My bestie isn't answering her phone and other people are away watching the football (I cannae afford that) and others are just too far away for me to see them right now. That makes me sad.
Think that is all before I start ranting on and on about nothing in particular.
xxx
Home now and it's pretty depressing. After living so close to so many people, coming home and having no one to wake you up, or to cook with, or to even just sit and do nothing with is weird. All my friends at Uni were the same as me with nothing to do and nowhere really to do it, so we were all together doing nothing, which actually turned out to be really fun most of the time. People here have lives and families and jobs and commitments that I'm not used to yet. Recently I've been able to phone up my mates and meet them there and then, now I'm having to make plans and organise things just so I can see people. I'm no quite used to it yet.
This is turning out to be more of a rant than a nicely written article. Maybe one day I'll change it, but right now I'm bored for the first time in months and feel like talking, but there's no one to talk to right now. My bestie isn't answering her phone and other people are away watching the football (I cannae afford that) and others are just too far away for me to see them right now. That makes me sad.
Think that is all before I start ranting on and on about nothing in particular.
xxx
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
The Ups and Downs of Uni Life.
This has been one crazy week at Uni so here's the run down....
Up for it
Inflatables
Sunshine
Mini Milks
Sharing
Finishing Exams
Sitting in the sun till it gets dark...
Then sitting in the dark till it gets light
Tents
Football
Crayola
Finding out who cleans up the mess we make
Finding out that your friends are absolute legends
Obstacle courses
Home made Cider and cheap wine
Holes
Going Down
No Neighbours on TV
Third years leaving
Second Years still having work to hand in
Thunderstorms and Rain
Having to move house
Sunburn and peeling
Finding out that some friends aren't that friendly
Starbucks having no ice for frappuchinos
Being skint
Up for it
Inflatables
Sunshine
Mini Milks
Sharing
Finishing Exams
Sitting in the sun till it gets dark...
Then sitting in the dark till it gets light
Tents
Football
Crayola
Finding out who cleans up the mess we make
Finding out that your friends are absolute legends
Obstacle courses
Home made Cider and cheap wine
Holes
Going Down
No Neighbours on TV
Third years leaving
Second Years still having work to hand in
Thunderstorms and Rain
Having to move house
Sunburn and peeling
Finding out that some friends aren't that friendly
Starbucks having no ice for frappuchinos
Being skint
Monday, June 05, 2006
Journalism as a career.
Reading the Guardian today I came across an article reminding me that being a Journalist is a dangerous game. Many are killed and injured every year while reporting and the reason given in the paper? Well, killing the Journalist is the easiest form of censorship. Now thats scary. This is the article.
I always knew it was a competitive field and to be honest, I never actually thought of being a writer. I wasn't one of those kids who wrote stories, I liked English at school, but that was because I liked to read. I never dreamed of writing a book or travelling the world reporting on war torn countries constantly under threat from 'censorship'. I wanted to be a vet, or a primary school teacher, or a dancer, or an astronaut, and really, I never thought I was good enough at anything to persue it as a career. So what am I doing now, studying Journalism, something I'm not particularly good at, something that could get me killed if I become a war correspondant, sometimes, if I'm honest, the news bores me. I don't want to write for a newspaper, I don't have the flair or creativity to be freelance (although that does sound like my perfect career, I'd never miss neighbours again) and I'm not good under pressure so my dream of being an editor is a bit dashed from the start.
The article in the Guardian today sounded like it was trying to scare people away from the profession saying that over 300 Journalists die every year and how as a profession, its on the decline because of 'citizen journalism' and blogging. Was it a clever ploy to steer people away so that there are more jobs available for the serious journalist? Maybe. I also thought that the Guardian were all for blogging and citizen journalism, with their liberal values and support of freedom of speech surely they'd be jumping at the chance to embrace new technology and move forward.
Maybe thats what it was then, an opinion piece showing the other side of the story, some stuffy old man worried that he's going to be replaced by a computer. Whats that saying? Something about the Zeitgeist. It means 'in the spirit of the age' anyway, so get with it Guardian. Its happening, theres nothing you can do about it.
I always knew it was a competitive field and to be honest, I never actually thought of being a writer. I wasn't one of those kids who wrote stories, I liked English at school, but that was because I liked to read. I never dreamed of writing a book or travelling the world reporting on war torn countries constantly under threat from 'censorship'. I wanted to be a vet, or a primary school teacher, or a dancer, or an astronaut, and really, I never thought I was good enough at anything to persue it as a career. So what am I doing now, studying Journalism, something I'm not particularly good at, something that could get me killed if I become a war correspondant, sometimes, if I'm honest, the news bores me. I don't want to write for a newspaper, I don't have the flair or creativity to be freelance (although that does sound like my perfect career, I'd never miss neighbours again) and I'm not good under pressure so my dream of being an editor is a bit dashed from the start.
The article in the Guardian today sounded like it was trying to scare people away from the profession saying that over 300 Journalists die every year and how as a profession, its on the decline because of 'citizen journalism' and blogging. Was it a clever ploy to steer people away so that there are more jobs available for the serious journalist? Maybe. I also thought that the Guardian were all for blogging and citizen journalism, with their liberal values and support of freedom of speech surely they'd be jumping at the chance to embrace new technology and move forward.
Maybe thats what it was then, an opinion piece showing the other side of the story, some stuffy old man worried that he's going to be replaced by a computer. Whats that saying? Something about the Zeitgeist. It means 'in the spirit of the age' anyway, so get with it Guardian. Its happening, theres nothing you can do about it.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Moving Home is Rubbish
Especially when you've been pushed into the smallest room because your brother snaffled the big room when you moved out in the first place.
I've spent the last couple of days trying to squeeze my belongings into the smallest room in the house (yes....even the bathroom is bigger than mine), last night I gave up. Got the bin bags out and started loading the car up for the charity shop.
I think there are four stages of a clear out. First, theres the stuff only fit for the bin, you throw it all out, rubbish, paper, broken bits of things, things you didn't even know existed, all in a black bag and straight to the bin.
Then theres the stuff thats too good to throw away but you definitely don't need. It all goes to the charity shop without a second thought. Its hideous, you bought it and never used it, or you just plain old don't need it any more.
Now, this is where most people get to stop. They've cleared enough space in their room to move, out with the old and theres still space for the new. But me? No chance! I had to go at least another 2 steps further.
Stage three of the clear out. Stuff you like but will never probably use again. You try to convince yourself that you will fit into those jeans again, or you will read that book again because it was so good, you wont, you never will, but you want to keep it anyway. This is where the clear out gets hard. You have to prise those shoes from your sweaty grasp into the black bag thats going to the charity shop, you paid a fortune for them and now someone is going to snap them up for 20p out of the salvation army shop. Gutting.
But then, and only then, once you've been through every belonging ruthlessly chucking stuff out and giving it to the poor children, comes stage four. You've cleared and cleared, but theres still as much stuff as when you started. All that stuff you are trying to crow bar into the box room just wont fit and you mums saying, just dump it on the floor, its not like your here for long (only all summer and holidays). Stage four is hard, hardest of them all. It takes more than a heart of steel to chuck out that bag that went with around Australia with you last summer, or that picture that Auntie Bessie (who died 10 years ago) painted for you or even just to cut down the shoe or cd collection, just so you can get into a bed at night.
Its hard, really hard, you need to go through everything again and again, convincing yourself that the dress you loved last year is just that, so last year. It gets to the stage where you're throwing things out that you haven't worn in ages, even though you still like it, just to make room for something that you love.
Fair enough, they're only material possesions, but they're MY material possesions and downsizing just doesn't seem like a good enough reason for throwing out if you ask me. And it doesn't help when your mum is holding a jacket she bought you saying "you can throw it out of you like, don't feel like you need to keep it because I bought you it." Thanks mum, I was about to till you said that with a solitary emo tear in your eye.
I'm sure stage five is still to come. But I won't ever look in those black bags again.
Never, ever look back.
I've spent the last couple of days trying to squeeze my belongings into the smallest room in the house (yes....even the bathroom is bigger than mine), last night I gave up. Got the bin bags out and started loading the car up for the charity shop.
I think there are four stages of a clear out. First, theres the stuff only fit for the bin, you throw it all out, rubbish, paper, broken bits of things, things you didn't even know existed, all in a black bag and straight to the bin.
Then theres the stuff thats too good to throw away but you definitely don't need. It all goes to the charity shop without a second thought. Its hideous, you bought it and never used it, or you just plain old don't need it any more.
Now, this is where most people get to stop. They've cleared enough space in their room to move, out with the old and theres still space for the new. But me? No chance! I had to go at least another 2 steps further.
Stage three of the clear out. Stuff you like but will never probably use again. You try to convince yourself that you will fit into those jeans again, or you will read that book again because it was so good, you wont, you never will, but you want to keep it anyway. This is where the clear out gets hard. You have to prise those shoes from your sweaty grasp into the black bag thats going to the charity shop, you paid a fortune for them and now someone is going to snap them up for 20p out of the salvation army shop. Gutting.
But then, and only then, once you've been through every belonging ruthlessly chucking stuff out and giving it to the poor children, comes stage four. You've cleared and cleared, but theres still as much stuff as when you started. All that stuff you are trying to crow bar into the box room just wont fit and you mums saying, just dump it on the floor, its not like your here for long (only all summer and holidays). Stage four is hard, hardest of them all. It takes more than a heart of steel to chuck out that bag that went with around Australia with you last summer, or that picture that Auntie Bessie (who died 10 years ago) painted for you or even just to cut down the shoe or cd collection, just so you can get into a bed at night.
Its hard, really hard, you need to go through everything again and again, convincing yourself that the dress you loved last year is just that, so last year. It gets to the stage where you're throwing things out that you haven't worn in ages, even though you still like it, just to make room for something that you love.
Fair enough, they're only material possesions, but they're MY material possesions and downsizing just doesn't seem like a good enough reason for throwing out if you ask me. And it doesn't help when your mum is holding a jacket she bought you saying "you can throw it out of you like, don't feel like you need to keep it because I bought you it." Thanks mum, I was about to till you said that with a solitary emo tear in your eye.
I'm sure stage five is still to come. But I won't ever look in those black bags again.
Never, ever look back.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Students
Exams. Who needs them? They are a test of memory rather than of understanding. Well, thats my opinion anyway. They test your performance on a particular day without taking into account the rest of the work you've already done.
I can see the other side though, writing an essay with the books open in front of you doesn't show you understand the subject, just that you know how to do some research. I don't know what the happy medium is, but I just know I hate exams.
Exams don't make me nervous, and I usually do ok in them, but I do think they are unneccesary stress that doesn't help learning at all.
I also worry about everyone else, I try and help them, but all I really want to do is scream "Read a book!"
As you've probably guessed, I have exams tommorow. This really isn't helping my revision, but I'm not doing very well with that at the moment, just had to get that off my chest.
Oh and I hate how they have adverts for revision after Neighbours. I know I'm supposed to be revising, I don't need you Aunty Beeb reminding me that I'm not!
I can see the other side though, writing an essay with the books open in front of you doesn't show you understand the subject, just that you know how to do some research. I don't know what the happy medium is, but I just know I hate exams.
Exams don't make me nervous, and I usually do ok in them, but I do think they are unneccesary stress that doesn't help learning at all.
I also worry about everyone else, I try and help them, but all I really want to do is scream "Read a book!"
As you've probably guessed, I have exams tommorow. This really isn't helping my revision, but I'm not doing very well with that at the moment, just had to get that off my chest.
Oh and I hate how they have adverts for revision after Neighbours. I know I'm supposed to be revising, I don't need you Aunty Beeb reminding me that I'm not!
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sometimes I hate the world.
But sometimes websites like post a secret make it all seem a little bit better.
It's a snail mail address (remember them?) where you can send a customised postcard declaring your secret to the world. Most people have embraced the opportunity to be artistic with their cards and made them into mini canvasses to declare their deepest darkest secrets.
Some are poignant and meaningful.
Some are pretty funny.
And some could have been written by me...
Just substitute "Until I really got into Green Day" for the words "Until I started to care (that was last year)"
But whatever their message, they are all the secret of a real person out there in the world. Everyone has a secret, and not everyone has it made. No matter how together they look.
It's a snail mail address (remember them?) where you can send a customised postcard declaring your secret to the world. Most people have embraced the opportunity to be artistic with their cards and made them into mini canvasses to declare their deepest darkest secrets.
Some are poignant and meaningful.
Some are pretty funny.
And some could have been written by me...
Just substitute "Until I really got into Green Day" for the words "Until I started to care (that was last year)"
But whatever their message, they are all the secret of a real person out there in the world. Everyone has a secret, and not everyone has it made. No matter how together they look.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
The ever impartial BBC.
I've always had a bit of a soft spot for the BBC, you can always rely on them to get the facts right. Their policy is to get the news right, not first. They also have a duty to the public to get it spot on. After all we are paying for it. (Well, I'm paying for neighbours and thats about it at the moment, but that's not important.)
Yeah, good old Aunty Beeb, you can always rely on her... To be bigoted and insulting! Oh yes, today people, a newsreader on BBC North West said this priceless line while talking about the Hearts v Gretna match: "There would be quite an upset if a certain team won in Glasgow today."
Now that sounds like blatant opinion to me. So much for being completley impartial. This woman (forgive me I didn't catch her name she isn't important to me) has made an assumption about the people of Glasgow, specifically football fans. Ok, they're not all saints, but the vast majority of football fans in Glasgow are a brilliant bunch. I don't follow football, but as soon as I mention that I'm from Glasgow, people assume I'm a bigoted sectarian and are appalled when I don't swear allegiance to a Glasgow team. (But with a surname like O'Neill, they make their own decision anyway, I don't have much say in the matter.)
There has obviously been some trouble in the past with Celtic and Rangers (I wasn't going to mention them, but I think it's necessary) but they're not even playing today, lets recap on who actually is. Hearts (from Edinburgh if I'm not mistaken) and Gretna, a 2nd division team? Neither are actually from anywhere near Glasgow, this match has absolutley nothing to do with Rangers or Celtic so are we to assume that this narrow minded BBC employee thinks that all football fans in Scotland are the same as the tiny minority of trouble makers that hit the headlines every couple of years? That's certainly what it sounds like.
There are racists and bigots in every walk of life and just for the record, the tartan army are actually among the most peaceful of all supporters. It's been proven in the past that the Scottish football fans, who incidentally come together to support their nation in the world cup or european league (what bigot would support alongside his mortal enemy), are being tarred with the brush of a few. And today has just given people in the North West of England more reason to believe this farce.
So good one BBC, your brilliant employees are broadcasting their bigoted opinion to the entire North West. I'm sure Gretna fans will be delighted to hear that they are terrifying the whole of England with their constant violence and sectarianism. And Hearts fans, travelling to Glasgow, where obviously they're heading to a certain fate, death by an angry mob of Glaswegian football fans gutted that their teams aren't playing today.
I know for a fact that in Glasgow today, cup final day, there are hundreds of fans in pubs watching the football, enjoying the last games of the season, who ever wins there will be celebrations, the atmosphere will be like a festival and everyone will enjoy the day for what it is.
I'm not trying to persuade you otherwise, belive what you like, be terrified of Glasgow if you like, we do sound a bit hard with our scary Trainspotting accents (yeah, that film was actually filmed in Edinburgh, but you can't tell the difference can you) and reputation as knife weilding riot causing extremists who will drink as much as they can just to get kicks from violence. Believe that, it's the stereotype that today, the BBC have reinforced. It means we can all fight each other to a bloody death and no one else will bother us.
xxx
Yeah, good old Aunty Beeb, you can always rely on her... To be bigoted and insulting! Oh yes, today people, a newsreader on BBC North West said this priceless line while talking about the Hearts v Gretna match: "There would be quite an upset if a certain team won in Glasgow today."
Now that sounds like blatant opinion to me. So much for being completley impartial. This woman (forgive me I didn't catch her name she isn't important to me) has made an assumption about the people of Glasgow, specifically football fans. Ok, they're not all saints, but the vast majority of football fans in Glasgow are a brilliant bunch. I don't follow football, but as soon as I mention that I'm from Glasgow, people assume I'm a bigoted sectarian and are appalled when I don't swear allegiance to a Glasgow team. (But with a surname like O'Neill, they make their own decision anyway, I don't have much say in the matter.)
There has obviously been some trouble in the past with Celtic and Rangers (I wasn't going to mention them, but I think it's necessary) but they're not even playing today, lets recap on who actually is. Hearts (from Edinburgh if I'm not mistaken) and Gretna, a 2nd division team? Neither are actually from anywhere near Glasgow, this match has absolutley nothing to do with Rangers or Celtic so are we to assume that this narrow minded BBC employee thinks that all football fans in Scotland are the same as the tiny minority of trouble makers that hit the headlines every couple of years? That's certainly what it sounds like.
There are racists and bigots in every walk of life and just for the record, the tartan army are actually among the most peaceful of all supporters. It's been proven in the past that the Scottish football fans, who incidentally come together to support their nation in the world cup or european league (what bigot would support alongside his mortal enemy), are being tarred with the brush of a few. And today has just given people in the North West of England more reason to believe this farce.
So good one BBC, your brilliant employees are broadcasting their bigoted opinion to the entire North West. I'm sure Gretna fans will be delighted to hear that they are terrifying the whole of England with their constant violence and sectarianism. And Hearts fans, travelling to Glasgow, where obviously they're heading to a certain fate, death by an angry mob of Glaswegian football fans gutted that their teams aren't playing today.
I know for a fact that in Glasgow today, cup final day, there are hundreds of fans in pubs watching the football, enjoying the last games of the season, who ever wins there will be celebrations, the atmosphere will be like a festival and everyone will enjoy the day for what it is.
I'm not trying to persuade you otherwise, belive what you like, be terrified of Glasgow if you like, we do sound a bit hard with our scary Trainspotting accents (yeah, that film was actually filmed in Edinburgh, but you can't tell the difference can you) and reputation as knife weilding riot causing extremists who will drink as much as they can just to get kicks from violence. Believe that, it's the stereotype that today, the BBC have reinforced. It means we can all fight each other to a bloody death and no one else will bother us.
xxx
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
So much for the nerds.
Having the internet in my home ever since it started means I really should be down with the kids and have one of these crazy blog things. The internet at the start was when you had to use your telephone line and dial a local number to look at a teletext style bulletin board, remember that? No, just me then.
Anyway, I had a blog once, but it was really private, I went on there and had a rant about whatever was bothering me in my life. It was just a chance to vent really and I never actually published anything online and eventually deleted it becuse reading it back brought back many things I thought I'd forgotten about. And I didn't want to be seen as a geek who still kept a diary!
One of the reasons I never started a proper one was I thought only nerds and geeks and people with too much time on their hands kept blogs. Turns out, I'm missing something! And I hate to be missing something. There are blogs from every walk of life, of course there are nerds out there complaining that they don't have girlfriends, or even worse, a PS3, but there are some really cool and important people out there too. For example, ultragrrrl (I think thats the right number of r's) has just been voted one of the most influential people in New York because of her blogging exploits. She tells tales of her record label, the new music she's interested in and apparently, people all over the world are taking her advice and buying the records.
Other good blogs are on a much smaller scale. Quit your Day Job began as a diary of events going on within a group of friends, especially when certain members of the group moved away or went travelling. It was a great way to keep in touch. Now though, the friends are pretty much back together and the blog means that no drunken night out is safe, no more falling on the floor unnoticed or falling asleep at a party for fear of it being broadcast to the world.
So here it is, my blog. I have no idea what is coming next and I hope that keeps it interesting!
xxx
Oh, and if I ever find out how to post a link in here, I shall link you to those amazing bloggers out there.
Anyway, I had a blog once, but it was really private, I went on there and had a rant about whatever was bothering me in my life. It was just a chance to vent really and I never actually published anything online and eventually deleted it becuse reading it back brought back many things I thought I'd forgotten about. And I didn't want to be seen as a geek who still kept a diary!
One of the reasons I never started a proper one was I thought only nerds and geeks and people with too much time on their hands kept blogs. Turns out, I'm missing something! And I hate to be missing something. There are blogs from every walk of life, of course there are nerds out there complaining that they don't have girlfriends, or even worse, a PS3, but there are some really cool and important people out there too. For example, ultragrrrl (I think thats the right number of r's) has just been voted one of the most influential people in New York because of her blogging exploits. She tells tales of her record label, the new music she's interested in and apparently, people all over the world are taking her advice and buying the records.
Other good blogs are on a much smaller scale. Quit your Day Job began as a diary of events going on within a group of friends, especially when certain members of the group moved away or went travelling. It was a great way to keep in touch. Now though, the friends are pretty much back together and the blog means that no drunken night out is safe, no more falling on the floor unnoticed or falling asleep at a party for fear of it being broadcast to the world.
So here it is, my blog. I have no idea what is coming next and I hope that keeps it interesting!
xxx
Oh, and if I ever find out how to post a link in here, I shall link you to those amazing bloggers out there.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Warrington? Where's that?
Halfway between Liverpool and Manchester, thats the only worthy description. It's the only way to describe the junction on the motorway where you leave the M6 for either of the North West's biggest cities. It has been said that the only good thing about the "city" (Its not actually a city, it's a borough, incase you were wondering, I bet you weren't) is the road out of it.
What's that? You want to see a picture, you don't. Trust me. But here's one anyway.
See!
I have to disagree. I have to, I live there. I'm finding it hard to think of another good thing. The public transport is unreliable an irregular, there is absolutley no nightlfe, infact there's no day life either! Walking around the "town" centre (it's not a town either, its still a borough) on a Saturday afternoon is like walking around a ghost town. Actually, it's like walking around a chav ghost town, although, unfortunatley the chavs are real, they're as much ghosts as Warrington is a city!
So where are we so far? Warrington isn't a city, it's a borough, who still has boroughs? Apparently it's applying for city status, but you need to have a cathedral and a University for that. Of which Warrington has neither. It has chavs. It has no nightlife. Actually, that's not true, on a Tuesday night you can go to the imaginitvely named WA1, pay £11 and then drink as much as you can. Not as much as you like, but as much as you can manage, most people leave when it closes at 11pm and don't remember how they got home. An exciting night out in Warrington then.
That's right, I was going to talk about something good. Well, I'm here because of Uni, The University of Chester that is, remember Warrington doesn't have it's own. The people who attend this campus are amazing, they're pretty much the only reason I'm still here. The course I'm on is good, accredited and all that, not a lot of people on the course which is nice, but I wont get started on the state of the campus, or the disorganised course, or the fact that the campus is actually 20minutes drive outside the town centre.
I could go on, and on, and on. And I probably will, but that's it for now.
The Shelley x
What's that? You want to see a picture, you don't. Trust me. But here's one anyway.
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I have to disagree. I have to, I live there. I'm finding it hard to think of another good thing. The public transport is unreliable an irregular, there is absolutley no nightlfe, infact there's no day life either! Walking around the "town" centre (it's not a town either, its still a borough) on a Saturday afternoon is like walking around a ghost town. Actually, it's like walking around a chav ghost town, although, unfortunatley the chavs are real, they're as much ghosts as Warrington is a city!
So where are we so far? Warrington isn't a city, it's a borough, who still has boroughs? Apparently it's applying for city status, but you need to have a cathedral and a University for that. Of which Warrington has neither. It has chavs. It has no nightlife. Actually, that's not true, on a Tuesday night you can go to the imaginitvely named WA1, pay £11 and then drink as much as you can. Not as much as you like, but as much as you can manage, most people leave when it closes at 11pm and don't remember how they got home. An exciting night out in Warrington then.
That's right, I was going to talk about something good. Well, I'm here because of Uni, The University of Chester that is, remember Warrington doesn't have it's own. The people who attend this campus are amazing, they're pretty much the only reason I'm still here. The course I'm on is good, accredited and all that, not a lot of people on the course which is nice, but I wont get started on the state of the campus, or the disorganised course, or the fact that the campus is actually 20minutes drive outside the town centre.
I could go on, and on, and on. And I probably will, but that's it for now.
The Shelley x
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