'orrible yet optimistic .

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I don't mind if you despise this blog,yes it's great if you enjoy it, but rather selfishly, it's for me.It's oddly comforting knowing that my little opinion is floating around in cybersapce and will always be here.

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

feels like I've been weighteen forever!

Tomorrow I will finally be 18! ohh yes.

To be honest, it has flown by. Waves of excitement keep washing over me when I least expect it, for instance when I was making myself a brew I got the biggest bundle of butterflies, had to sit down. haaa. Excitement does strange things to me, it makes me want to exercise and eat well. I should get excited more often, as should everybody out, wipe out obesity in no time at all ;)

Childhood only feels like yesterday, but tomorrow it'll be lost forever. Hello adulthood, drinking,clubbing,driving,University ; RESPONSIBILITY :| Naaa. I cannot wait for what is to come. This world is my oyster and I am going to drink it dry!!

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

MMMMillie, MMMMollie, MMMMMandy.

Sounds like a list of the top three girls and even more popular ,dogs, names at the moment( minus the excess 'M's). Believe it or not this is the name of our family delicacie(in our eyes anyway). If you're the type of person who loves mixing their mash ,butter and beans together with a grating of cheese, then you will no doubt love a Millie,Mollie,Mandy.


Mash your baked or boiled potato, heat it up then chuck in your butter,cheese and milk then the tiniest dollop of Marmite.  I forgot to mention you may have to be partial to a little dollop of gag inducing Marmite from time to time. Nothing warms you up better on a frost February evening. I assure you.

Sunday, 13 February 2011

football* crazy, football* mad.


After watching Tony Jordans' cleverly conceived 'Hustle' with their main story revolving around the game, it reminded me how much I despise everything that it stands for.Don't get me wrong I think that putting politics to one side and focusing on a sport is great but it's the industry and more importantly the financial side that I really hate.

The fact that players such as Cesc Fabrigas (Arsenal) earn up to £4.5 million a year for kicking around a ball whereas the average firefighter and police officer who essentially save lives and prevent crime earn between £22,104 and £26,109 a year. Not to mention in LEDC's (less economically developed countries) £4.5 million that Fabrigas earns in one year would feed, accommodate and supply a family of five for a minimum of 20 years. When it's put into perspective like that , it really makes you realise whilst these footballers are off jetting around the world , being worshipped by generations of football fans and being lusted for by thousands of women, families are starving, praying for rain,food,shelter, praying for something.

It's those football fans that control everything though, they may claim to love the sport but even admit that the players salaries are ridiculous as are the ticket prices.They can act upon it though, the consumer are always in control, they supply the demand, the big companies just don't like to let them know that. If every single football fan got together and decided to not attend the next 10 big games, the industry would be forced to lower ticket prices and in turn lower the salaries of the players. I'm not denying that football brings people together and proves to be a great topic of conversation to be had down the pub with the local lads. Sometimes though, I feel that , that is the only reason some people follow the infernal game, just so they can talk about it. Then again isn't that what all of us do from time to time? Listen, watch or participate in something just so we can talk about it after?

If we look at the grand scale of things, take a giant step back. The football industry is the biggest in the world, if every player donated a quarter or if they're really generous ,half, of their salary then I am pretty sure we would be making leaps and bounds in eradicating poverty , not only in this country, but around the world. Maybe this is the hippie inside of me finally clawing it's way up from the bottom of my gut to my fingertips, but to me it just seems logical. Does anybody really need a salary that big? Surely after they've bought their fifth Porsche and second mansion they'd have some left over that they really won't use.

I'm probably only saying all of this because I know I won't ever earn that obscene and absurd amount of moula and it angers me. I'll be a skint scriptwriter for the rest of my days whilst footballs continue to drain the similarly skint football fans funds ,which will most likely be spent on strip clubs and gold plated phones. The public really do have the ultimate power, I just wish they would realise it.

Saturday, 5 February 2011

wishing winter away.

In three weeks I'm 18. This year seems to be working out well, with an offer from Bournemouth under my belt,a driving certificate and an almost adult status I didn't think it could get any better but it really will.

I'm travelling Europe in the summer with 3 friends. I am beyond excited. At first I kind of assumed we'd talk about it alot, plan it even but it would never actually happen. I don't like to let my hopes get too high, my gran always said it's better to have low expectations, that way you're never dissapointed. Last week however we solidified our sweaty summer plans, we booked our flights to Amsterdam. It finally felt like it was really going to happen, since then we've managed to pull our socks up and turn our pockets out by booking our first two hostels ,return flight and even a ticket to 'soundwave croatia 2011' a music festival supposedly like the Croatian alternative of Big Chill, with the same amount of quality acts. That's all I think about when I go to sleep, skanking on a beach or even better on a boat. We're starting in Amsterdam in early july ,making our way to Croatia by the 20th, it sounds crazy, after 20 days on the road (well the tracks) going to a music festival, I'm sure we'd be pretty drained by then, not only our energy but our funds. Cash worries aside Interrailing 2011 seems to be shaping up to be a trip of a lifetime, lets hope my life doesn't peak that early though, ay.

may still be a briefcase wanker but at least I won't have to be a bus wanker for the rest of my life!

I passed my driving test, first time round, yesterday. Chuffed is not the word. When the examiner said I had passed I was awkwardly drinking and half-choked as cliche as it sounds, I was so surprised. I'm on my mums insurance but limitations are still there though, having to find the right time to take the car out, when it's convenient for everyone. Despite passing I don't think my parents trust me in their car, which is fair enough. It's funny 'cause I don't think I'll ever drive as much as I have done recently (a few hours everyday) ever again. I'd be content with that, I want to buy a bicycle and ride that. It's cheaper and healthier for both myself and the planet! Guaranteed if someone gave me the opportunity to have my own car I'd jump at the chance.