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June 8, 2011

Today’s PostaDay topic is: ‘What’s the stupidest thing you’ve heard this week’? Well, that’d be this news story from the Guardian:

‘Smurfs accused of anti-Semitism and racism’

You really can write a book about anything.



June 5, 2011
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I am sat in bed on a Sunday morning and, apart from possibly meeting a friend for lunch, I have nothing I have to do today. This feels so good. Since Easter I have had at least one big deadline a week and although I haven’t always been actually working hard, its difficult to relax when you feel like you should be doing something. My exams finished on Thursday and I’ve been celebrating in various ways; had a  BBQ straight after the last exam, then on Friday popped up to London to see various people and just do something totally different from sitting in my room with a laptop, trying to fit knowledge in my head. Half price cocktails are a very nice alternative.

However, today I’m looking forward to just relaxing. I might potter around and tidy up the house a bit, maybe pop to buy some food, but other than that I shall probably read to my hearts content and not much else. It’s Sunday so my beloved Huey Morgan is on 6music, so I shall be listening to him, on my bed, with a cup of coffee and a book.



May 24, 2011

Just a quickie, usual excuses: SO MANY essays + revision = lack of blogging. Did actually write a post and press publish the other week but apparently I wasn’t logged in so I lost half of it. Have yet to re-write. Have just over a week of second year left, then summer. Not entirely sure how I feel about that, as much as I dislike doing uni work, doing nothing doesn’t entirely appeal.

Anyway, this song is so beautiful I want to share it with people. Enjoy.

EDIT:  Just downloaded their EP,  £3 very well spent. Can be found here:


April 25, 2011

I’m at the end of what has been the best week of this year, maybe even longer than that. I’ve enjoyed being at home but I’m back in Southampton until the summer now, with deadlines and exams as far as the eye can see. Despite this I’m feeling really happy and positive, the most I’ve been in a long time. Here are some pictures from the last couple of weeks, there was a lot of lying in the sunshine as well:

[Cupcakes and flowers for Mother’s Day/Made some cinnamon and pecan buns/Forgot to take camera to Whitstable but I bought this book/Yes that does say 50p/Waited an hour to get into Natural History museum/Admiring the view/ Truculent deer/Extinct things/Southampton Common on Easter Sunday/DUCKLINGS]

So that’s that for now, back to reality and attempting to write essays of a semi decent standard. The thrilling life of a lazy student.

Anti D

April 15, 2011

I think this is such a brave choice of single for The Wombats. Songs about depression are pretty abundant but I don’t think they are often so blatant in their message or so high profile, more likely to be hidden away on an album. That’s probably a sweeping generalisation. They aren’t as likely to make the Radio 1 daytime playlist, put it that way.

Hopefully this will go some way towards raising awareness and maybe even changing the attitude towards mental health in this country.

Riding Miss Daisy

April 6, 2011
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BBC News – Young German jockey rides a cow.

Well that’s cheered me right up.


April 5, 2011

[I am going to try to blog as much as possible over the next couple of weeks, but my internet at home is awful and its taken me about twenty minutes to load the ‘Add New Post’ page, so it may be an uphill struggle. Will try none the less.]

Today’s PostaDay topic is ‘When did you realize you were an adult’. This fits nicely with today’s post, I had a vague idea of what to write in mind, but this will give it more of structure and ultimately a wider point. Which is the idea of PostaDay I suppose…

I am now home from uni for about three weeks, the first two it will be just me and then I’m collecting R from the airport to stay with me for the last week. Coming home from uni is always a little strange, switching from fending for yourself, cooking, cleaning and paying for everything, to, at the most, just contributing to those things (I know a lot of people won’t lift a finger at home, I’m not like that). Being at uni makes you feel like an adult, but going home reminds you that you’re not, not just yet. This may not go for everyone, but it’s what I’ve found.

By law, I’m an adult. I have been for almost 3 years. I can vote, drive, have sex, buy knives and cigarettes. I can’t yet supervise someone learning to drive, although I will be able to by the end of the year, or hire a car for a few more years yet. Those are about the only limitations on my day-to-day life based on my age. Turning 18 didn’t really make me feel like an adult, despite the legal status. I was still at school for one thing, had about six more months of being told when, what and where to learn ahead of me. I did leave that home that year, to live in Southampton, which due to the wonders of the British transport system is about a two hours drive away, but about 3.5 hours by train/coach.  Distance from my childhood has made me feel more like an adult. However, for various reasons, my parents pay my rent and I think it is this which most acts as a reminder that, although an adult by law, in many ways I have far to come.

Which brings me to my point. As of last week, my dad no longer has a job. Funding cuts have decided that the company he  worked for, for over thirty years, is no longer of vital importance. This isn’t a huge deal money-wise, he’s going to take early retirement, my parents basically own our house and my mum earns enough to keep them going. However, it does bring the household income down considerably. It’s also not been a surprise, the company have been aware for a long time that funding may not be forthcoming. I had previously been quite worried about it, not only for the financial ramifications but for the impact it will have on my dad. However now it’s actually happened, I’ve been remarkably calm. Obviously I am concerned about my parents but the thing I’m not worried about is its impact on me. It has clicked, I am, for all intents and purposes, an adult. Adults support themselves. My parents have always supported me and accepted that my anxiety has stopped me getting a Saturday job like my sister did at sixteen. However there are more important factors at stake now, the money they give me for rent will no doubt be of better use to them for paying their bills. I have already said that this is the year I will get a job, now I have extra incentive to do so. I’m hoping this feeling of calm will remain for a while longer so I can start to address this. If not, I’ll have to find the courage from somewhere else.

It’s time to be an adult.