Personal Statement - an extract

I’m not an individual, neither am I a competent worker that strives to learn, in fact you’d be doing yourself a favour in throwing this personal statement in the nearest waste-paper basket, or turning this placid document into something constructive like a paper aeroplane.

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Oh my brothers

I swear it's impossible to find a review of A Clockwork Orange without the critic using that ridiculous language that plagues its pages. It's an absolute insult to the English language and yet the wordplay is quite clever. Anyway so it's Sunday evening and I'm tired, I may post a lengthy blog in the week, I may not.

p.s. Apparently I look like Dylan Moran from Black Books et al.
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p.s

Little Britain USA looks hilarious, but I'm not suprised that it got panned in the States - they don't get our humour, especially when we take the piss out of them xx

I love the

10 o'clock news, it's so gritty and no-holds-barred. It's like the 17 year-old crack-addicted, slut sister to the 6 o'clock news. But something we can't shy away from is the credit crunch, we also cannot shy away from how much of a moron George W. Bush is, this is him talking of the big ole' $700bn wall-street rescue plan - and I quote: "the proposal is big and the reason it's big is because it's a big problem".
Don't take anything of what I say seriously but I think its easy to place the blame of the credit crunch et al on the high gloss politicians, cos really its the fault of the banks giving out huge loans to people who cannot pay it back etc. etc. I won't delve into it, its quarter to eleven on a friday night and I really could go into this in greater detail but I wont - essentially Brown may have made a dogs dinner out of things but it isn't his fault, so shut up Daily Mail, Diana is dead and Labour are in power: get-the-fuck-over-it.

Also, its quite interesting to consider that the Daily Mail go on and on and on about BROKEN BRITAIN and whine and complain about how everything is horrible and how everything was soo much better in the 80's (god bless Thatcher), and lets face it, the Daily Mail is the sleazy 17 year-old slut sister to the Telegraph anyway, BUT what happens if the Tories get into power? What will they complain about? Nout, it would do us all a favour.

Anyway, like I said I won't delve into politics, for I don't like taking sides, and I certainly hate taking stuff seriously, and now it's ten minutes to eleven on a friday night so instead I shall talk about my week:

+ got paid today yay
+ ordered my guitar today yay
+ finished my english lit essay earlier yay
- probably isn't the best essay i've ever written boo
+ went out for a drink after college today yay
+ been listening to Kings of Leon all week yay
+ watching this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhBdPEaNj-g /it shows the last song on the album, Cold Desert, in a totally different light, basically Caleb was pissed off his rocker when they recorded it and doesn't remember singing the song at all, which makes the lyrics and the song itself that more poignant - listen and learn.
+ sorting out universities, definitive list is: Brighton, Norwich and Oxford Brookes, (Southampton and Portsmouth to make up the numbers).
+ party tommorow
- work sunday
+ prospect of leaving asda and working at waterstones
+ yay free books
- college library sending me a shitty email about how a few books are overdue
+ my english lit teacher lending me excuses to use when i hand them back in
- coursework being set
+ lay in tommorow morning

night night world xxx

Only By The Night

The new Kings of Leon album is incredible, it's not like their old garage rock material, proper epic stadium anthems. The album title comes from an Edgar Allan Poe quote: ''They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.'', and I certainly think the record reflects this. I listened to it for the first time round Josh's house (probably the biggest KOL fan ever), and it was a very emotional experience over Star Wars and cups of tea.
I'd post a song on here or something but 1. I don't know how, and 2. You should buy 2008's best record instead of downloading it off a blog.

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Hidden Gems

I was walking into town from college earlier and it started to rain, so I sought refuge in the a charity shop on Woke Street, while I was in there I thought I'd have a gander at the books they had, low and behold I found some right gems:

• To Define True Madness by Henry Yellowlees;
• Poetry Collection by John Donne;
• Dubliners by James Joyce, and
• De Profundis by Oscar Wilde

The latter being a particularly exquisite read because it is Wilde's last published prose, and is literally a diary/letter containing his feelings and emotions while incarcerated in (I think) Reading prison. So the prospect of being able to pick the mind of, lets face it, one of the greatest English authors of all time this weekend is quite exciting (sad I know). I don't particularly like much of John Donne's but it was only 50p, and the amount due for the 4 books altogether was a fiver so it's happy days really.

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yeah

...I lost the bet

Sober September

I agreed to some ridiculous bet with Dean after Reading Festival that I could stay sober for a whole month and I'm kind of regretting it, but oh well I shall win and I guess I'll be the better man*? So instead I've developed an addiction to coffee, not lets-go-to-starbucks-and-have-a-skinny-latte coffee, but espresso black americano, no-sugar, no-milk coffee.

*I'm a mere shadow of a man really.

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