A Change of format

After my my general rant about Kidderminster/Bewdley, i noticed how much i actually enjoy ripping into things, or as some would call it, giving my opinion on certain matters.

It is this reason why i have decided i might freshen things up abit, and bring in a new feature to my blog.

Fear ye not,

the usual updates of my daily activities and happenings will still continue to be written, with the usual sarcasm and general unenthusiasm with life.

For this to work, i need your ideas on what to write about. So if you want to know what i think about something, and are prepared for the answer, leave me a comment telling me what to discuss!

If you don't want to leave a comment, message me on Facebook telling me what you would like.

Out of the first 5 suggestions i will choose my favourite, and you will recieve a specail and personalised thankyou from yours truly!

x

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23/07/11 - Day 14

I've decided to take a break from cleaning up the house abit to write todays blog. I say tidying the house, i mean moving all my shit from various rooms to make the house look reasonably presentable. I'm yet to do any actual cleaning.

Whilst doing this, i've also been sorting all my stuff out, and boxing up some of the stuff that i'm going to take with me back to Chester. It's suddenly hit me that i'm moving back to Chester in little over a week. 10 days to be exact. My time at home, which i had been wanting for so long, has gone by so quickly, and it feels as though i've done literally nothing with it.

I've caught up with a few of my friends, but this hasn't nearly been enough. I have only seen some of them briefly a couple of times, definately not enough to have properly caught up. I appreciate the time i've had to see them though. 

I've begun to realise the importance of home, and hopefully, money allowing, i'll make a few more visits home next year. 

Family and friends are definately more important to me than i first realised.

Maybe sometime they'll find their way up to Chester to visit. I would like that very much...

The past few days have left my sleep pattern severely disturbed. I have been going to sleep at around 3am, and then waking up at mid day. Not the best sleep pattern to have if i want to be even mildly productive.

Hopefully if all goes to plan, i should be able to reset it tomorrow, and all will be well again.

Today has been my most lazy day of the year yet. I woke up at 12:30pm, then sat in bed and watched back to back episodes of American Dad on my conveniently placed monitor at the end of my bed. Hunger finally drove me out of bed at about 4pm. Fucking quality day.

My recent blogs have been lacking a rant of some sort, but i think today is the day that i let loose and express my anger.

Todays rant is not of a particular event, or person, but of a collection of events and people.

My rant today is about the areas in which i live (Kidderminster, Bewdley, Stourport etc.)

The area in which i actually reside (Habberley) is generally a nice area. In the countryside, lots of green, trees and hills. Fantastic. However, it is abit secluded and "out of the way", which made having friends whilst i was growing up a fairly difficult concept. I always wanted to go out into town, whether this be Kidderminster or Bewdley, and be with friends, or just generally get away from Habberley in general.

At the time, when i did get to go into town, and get away from this place, i thought it was brilliant. Kidderminster/Bewdley were amazing places to go.

However, as i have aged, and seen more places in the country/world, i've come to realise what an actual shit hole Kidderminster (AKA Shitterminster, or Kiddie-fiddler) actually is, and how boring Bewdley is.

I will begin with Kidderminster:

I say i'll begin, but where the fuck do i start? Kidderminster can only be described with one word: Shit. The town centre has all but shut down. The only business that appears to be thriving there is McDonalds and Poundland. That should more than enough describe how shit the place is.

The people aren't much better. Most are uneducated scum, whose collective IQ probably wouldn't even reach 100.

The local cinema is a small converted carpet factory, located next door to one of Kidderminsters 3 shitty night clubs. If you go in to watch a late showing of a film, you'll probably be able to hear the shitty pounding bass from next door.

I could link you to pictures of one of the nightclubs, but i think my words alone are enough to explain how shit they really are.

One phrase comes to mind - "Not enough room to swing a cat". Not that you'd be able to swing the cat, as your feet a securely stuck to the ground by a 2 inch layer of several week old spilled drinks. It amazes me that any dancing actually goes on in there, rather than some awkward shuffling.

As for parks and recreation, hardly any left that you can actually go to without some 15 year old pregnant mother calling you a paedophile, or getting started on by a gang of 16 year olds who go to the park to drink a bottle of vodka and get some silly fucker to go buy them cigarettes.

There are a few nice things about Kidderminster, a few nice shops and secluded areas that are apparently safe enough to walk around at night, however they are truly rare.

I don't think words can describe how much i hate the rest of Kidderminster though.

Bewdley:

Bewdley in itself is a nice town. Nice views, nice shops and a relatively friendly population, until it goes dark.

I went out the other night to a couple of pubs, and instantly remembered how shit it was to go out in Bewdley.

When i first started going out, Bewdley was epic, mainly because it was so new, and i could finally go out, and i was mostly always smashed. And whilst it does still sometimes have it's good moments, especially when the right people assemble, on the whole, Bewdley is shit as a night out.

In most pubs it's absolutely rammed and takes atleast 30 mins to get served at the bar. Even then it's hard to actually get served, as the bar staff have a hard time finding out what you want because it's so fucking loud. Trying to hold a conversation is near impossible, and ends up with you going home with a sore throat due to prolonged shouting.

It is also likely that, if you're someone like me who doesn't "fit in with the norm", you're going to have some sort of abusive comments thrown your way, or have people trying to start shit with you in the street. And whilst i am fairly used to it, it does get quite boring after a while.

In summary, Bewdley during the day: Fantastic. Bewdley at night: Fucking nightmare...

That pretty much concludes my epic rant that has been brewing for several days, and i hope that for the people that don't live in this area and have just read it, that it gives you a useful insight into the area in which i live, and possibly a warning to stay away.

Hopefully, my next blog won't be such a big rant, and may be "business as usual". If i'm feeling really adventurous, i might change up the format abit. Who knows...

Today i leave you with this useful guide:

You'll thank me for this one day. It might actually be useful...

x

20/07/11 - Day 13

There is something about being home alone that is strangely enjoyable. There's something fantastic about doing what you want to do, when you want to do it, without people getting all up in your joint about it. However, social contact with other humans is still needed, to stop me from going insane. This is something that almost happened in Chester, when my day almost ground to a halt, and i started asking myself some deep-assed questions, like the meaning of life, and why we exist.

I couldn't think of any answers, and went back to watching endless repeats of shit on 4od.

I've started to lose my way abit with blog writing. Back in Chester, it was likely that something would happen during the day, whether it be a wasp attack, or some crazy observation from my window that i could write about. However, my days at home have been surprisingly uneventful, and so trying to produce a blog out of nothing can sometimes be difficult. Thus i have decided to include this picture...

As of yesterday, i've started getting back into listening to metal music. Whilst being at Uni, i started drifiting from listening to it, but still considered myself to be "part of the scene". When looking at my top 25 most played in iTunes, i did not see one single metal song, and was disappointed in myself. 

The even more depressing thing is that i cant remember why i stopped listening to it! I fell in love again as soon as i put on the first song. I just love the chugging bass, heavy as fuck breakdowns and blast beats, they're so fucking awesome.

There's so much new stuff i need to catch up on too. Gonna take some time, but i know it's gonna be fucking sick...

I also know that i want to go to more gigs. I've missed going to them. They were so fun to go to, even if they do portray a bad image for themselves. 

It is my aim this year, money allowing, to go to more gigs. Just need to find someone to go with...

Slowly it seems that things are starting to come together for me. My image has changed dramatically, and i can notice so many changes in myself. I'm getting closer to looking the way i want to be.

I think i've also started to sort out the general shit storm thats going on in my head. I'm getting a clearer idea of what i want to do in life, and hopefully i'll be able to start moving towards that goal. 

My mind also swings onto the subject of my hair. As most of you who reads this will know, i have quite long and crazy hair. And i've been thinking recently about "doing something with it".

Originally, i grew my hair as a way of taking the attention away from my size, and because i started listening to metal music, and i thought it'd be cool.

It caused a fair amount of upset in my family, but they learnt to accept it and things were good.

Since my shape has changed, and i feel i've matured somewhat, i've been thinking about getting it cut short. I thought it was time to "join the real world", and become a serious and employable individual. 

However, i've come to feel that my hair is something unique to me, and is part of who i am. It is also a link to my youth (talking as though i'm now old). All of these reasons are making me somewhat reluctant to get it cut, but i know in my heart of hearts that at some point i'm going to have to bite the bullet and get it done.

I don't think there are many employers out there that would take me seriously with this mop, and if i've any hope for my future goals, i think it is one thing that i'm just going to have to man up and do in order to acheive them.

I'll keep it for a little longer though...

Again there has been no rant, mainly due to the fact that i've done nothing and been nowhere to make me significantly angry enough to let lose all over the page. I can feel something brewing though. Hopefully something epic.

I'd love to get some more readers for this blog, so if you could find it in your hearts to perhaps subscribe, or to suggest this to other people to read, and get them to subscribe too, i'd be forever in your debt.

I leave you today with an image including a man that i grew up with. A hero almost, who essentially nurtured my love for animals and nature. Steve Irwin.

His untimely death shocked the world. However, i know he died the way he lived, with animals in his heart...

x

18/07/11 - Day 12

I'm finding it difficult to start this blog off. I'm not really sure why, but i've hit a fairly serious writers block, so i'm just going to go for it, and hope that this entry makes some mild amount of sense...

This week has been fairly hectic for me, yet chilled out at the same time. It feels as though i've had no time at all to try and update my blog, but looking back at it, all i've really done is just chill out with different people.

To your surprise, i've spent very little time playing games, and have infact been out playing golf. Living at a golf club, you would expect that i would be doing this quite often, but no. My many years of living at a golf club have infact lead to a distinct hatred towards the game. However, it amazes me how a visit from one person can severely change your outlook on certain things, such as golf, and life in general.

These past few days have given me a renewed outlook on life in general, and things are feeling good for a change.

I am also very much looking forward to moving back to Chester. Whilst i always end up missing either area when i am away from it, i always seem to desire to move around. 

The fact i am finding it difficult to settle down perhaps shows that there are things missing from my life that i am looking for? Only time will tell...

Whilst i sit here and write this blog, i'm in a fairly strange mood. One which is screaming to me that there are more important things in life than money and possessions, and that i should chill the fuck out and enjoy life.

Whilst i agree with what my mind, which is currently being narrated by Obi Wan Kenobi (Ewan McGregor version), is telling me, i sometimes find it difficult to listen.

I've also just realised that i spend a fair amount of time telling people those exact words, but i still wonder why i sometimes find it so difficult to do what i tell myself and others.

"Each day is a gift..." Anon

Writers block has struck again, so i'm going to wrap it up here for now.

Main points to be taken from this blog:

1) New outlook on life

2) I seem to be looking for something?

3) Each day is a gift...

A fairly moody and philosophical blog, but that is the mood i am in at the moment. Hopefully it will be business as usual in the next blog, probably with an emotionally charged rant about something that has really fucked me off.

Thanks for sticking with me...

Reminiscing: Part 2

So here it is, the concluding part to my recap of my first year of University.

I will start with my memories of Bache Hall:

My first thoughts of Bache Hall were fairly positive, as it was, so to speak, a place of my own. A place where i wasn't limited by transport availability, and somewhere i could be independant, and make my own decisions in life. However, this feeling of happiness with my new found dwelling was short lived, once i discovered the many negative factors of living there. For example;

1) Unrelentless heat

2) Wasp infestation

3) Uneven floor

4) Strobe light toilet

The heat of the building is comparable to that of the middle of the sun. It was so rediculously hot that i spent most of winter walking around in shorts and a wifebeater.

And as many of you who have seen and/or commented on my many wasp related facebook status', you will already know the sheer amount of annoyance the wasp infestation caused. The fact that the university then refused to do anything about the problem only caused me more anger, and led to me taking the fight into my own hands. Armed with my trusty National Geographic, and my dust pan, i managed to defeat the oncoming wasp invasion.

Something that will come up later on in one of my stories, the floor of the upstairs corridor was perilously uneven, and has led to some accidents. This quickly became an annoyance, as you actually had to be really careful whilst stumbling back to your room while you are drunk. Also, there was a massive fuck off step half way down the corridor, another pointless obsticle making the trip back to your room a difficult one.

During the second term, the light in the bathroom/toilet stopped working properly, and when turned on, would flash with the speed and timing of a strobe light. It could have snuffed out any latent epileptics that were living there, and made it very difficult to use the facilites at night without getting blinded by a bright light every two seconds. 

To be honest though, i wouldn't have had it any other way...

I also promised to talk about some of the more memorable nights out that i've enjoyed:

1) Strip Club - A night where a group of 10 of us (mostly the girls and their boyfriends) went to the local strip club. This was a strange night, which resulted in a complete nature role reversal, in which most of the girls went and got private dances from the strippers, and the blokes just stood back and let them do it. Very strange, and to this day, i will not understand why it happened like that.

2) Stopping in night number 1 - This was in the second week of being at uni, and we all decided to stay in and have a few drinks. Unfortunately, a my definition of "a few drinks" seemed to be different to everybody elses, and resulted in me being horrendously drunk. It was at this point i decided it would be a fantastic idea to run down the corridor to my room to get more alcohol, and fell foul of the uneven floor. I ended up falling down, taking the skin off the top of my foot, and smashing my head into Liam's door. On my return downstairs i was told to pour neat vodka into my open wound, which at the time seemed like a fantastic idea, and i proceeded to do so, which resulted in some seering pain, and a horrible infection in my foot, in which i could not feel my toes for approximately 3 days.

3) Sick in my mouth night - This was another night that we decided to stay in and have a few drinks. This night i decided i'd take on a 24 pack of Stella Artois by myself. In my defence, i did take down atleast 15-18 of the cans (I forget the exact number), but resulted in me passing out in my bed, and vomiting in my sleep. Luckily, my good pal Liam was there to catch my projectile vomit in his hands, and then pick out the rest of the sick from my mouth before i choked on it. It was at this point he thought i was having a heart attack, and went to get help. My everlasting memory of this night was lying in bed, surrounded by a gang of people being asked if anybody in my family had a heart condition, to which my reply was "Nah, i'm fine...". I woke up without a hangover, feeling fantastic and with a strange disliking for Stella Artois...

4) Martin terrorises nature - This night on the whole was pretty shit for, as all in one night my emotions and self confidence got crushed by one person. However, it picked up later on when Martin tried to navigate his way home from the SU. At the time i found it quite annoying, but i managed to find him stumbling down Liverpool Rd. and walked him home. On the way home, Martin decided it'd be a fantastic idea to bite a tree. He then proceeded to kick a different tree, and then destroy a thistle plant. Once i got him back to Bache Hall, we found a hedgehog running across the lawn, and Martin decided to terrorise the poor animal, by throwing sticks and leaves at it, and then scaring it by shouting at it. This on the whole made me chuckle, and i gained a quid from it, as Martin thought it appropriate to distribute his money across the floor...

There are so many other nights i could talk about, however i think those are best left for a different blog.

Now for my Top 10 best moments of my first year. There are in no particular order, and are listed as i thought of them...

1) Meeting loads of new people, and having some awesome nights out

2) Running the Half Marathon

3) Going to A&E with Liam at 5:30am to get his fucked up ear sorted.

4) Martin attacking nature

5) Slapton Fieldtrip

6) Sitting out in the corridor for hours chilling with everyone

7) Night time walks with Martin to nowhere

8) Karate training in the common room

9) Spending a week on the field drinking in the sun

10) Making some friends for life, and making plans for the future with them

Well there it is, a very brief rundown of my first year of University. 

I'm already looking forward to the second...

x

Reminiscing: Part 1

Todays blog is going to take a slightly different format. Yet again, my days have involved me doing a whole lot of fuck all, and so i thought i would not bore you by trying to spin me lack of activities into a full blown blog.

The other day i received my exam results (passed everything thank god), and i thought it'd be a good idea to reminisce about my first year of University.

So here it is, My first year of University: (part 1)

University has been a rollercoaster ride of unbelievable high's and low's. Much like some extreme metal songs i could list. But on the whole i have enjoyed my time in Chester so far, despite the weather, wasps, shite accommodation, debt and drama. But to be honest, i wouldn't have had it any other way.

When i first moved in to Bache Hall (Accommodation), i was very apprehensive and nervous about this new stage of my life. Whilst i knew i could look after myself, i was still moving away from the place that i had called home for my entire life. This, coupled with the fact that i am a rediculously shy person at the best of times, meant that i hardly spoke to anybody for the first week. 

On the first couple of nights i managed to get some dutch courage into me, which essentially means i got absolutely hammered, and started making friends. 

It wasn't long until my friendship group started to be clearly defined, which is when i realised for the first time that i had got a full set of real and functioning friends. This feeling was fantastic, and meant that for several weeks my nights out were fantastic. 

However, the result was always the same, a pounding hangover, and a fair amount of spent money.

Quickly, i began to remember how much i hate going out, mainly because i'm surrounded by hundreds of drunken fuckers, who can find nothing better to do that comment about my hair, size and/or glasses. Thus, i started to become more of a miserable fucker, and came home early on nights out. 

It also meant that i was sober and awake enough to help the other people home, acting as a sort of search and rescue service to many. 

This service continued right to the last minute, and will probably continue right through my entire time at university...

To be honest, i quite look forward to it. 

Like i mentioned earlier, there was a fair amount of drama over the first year, which was mostly manifested in the first and second terms. Long story short, it resulted in there being a man down. Whilst some of us were at first disappointed by this, we quickly got over it, and things are much better without them.

After this, my search and rescue service was on call 24/7, but we all worked our way through it fairly quickly, and have managed to give me a break for a while.

At one point, there was a weekly drama, that would start on friday, and be resolved on sunday. Standard.

There were many more dramas that occured, but i don't want to go into detail about them, but know this; there was much drama over the first year.

The think the most dramatic changes to me have happened over my first year, both physically and emotionally.

I realise now, after browsing through old pictures, how much i have actually changed. Not only has my appearance changed, with me losing a fair amount of weight, but i also think that i've matured alot. 

I can feel in myself that i have abit of real world experience now, and approach situations differently, compared to when i first came to university.

Before university, i could hardly talk to new people. Conversation and social skills were severely lacking, which stunted my social life.

Now i can talk alot easier to people, and conversation is not as awkward as it was. This has opened a whole new world to me, and it feels great.

I can also find talking to girls much easier. Before i used to be so unbelievably shy, i could hardly sustain a conversation with them. This was mainly due to my shape and size though. And whilst i'm still not where i want o be, physically, it has become alot easier to open up and be more sociable.

This worked for a while, and i got talking to one person that i really liked. I made my feelings quite clear, and things were going great for a change. However, my feelings were quickly crushed by certain events that happened. Don't really want to say much more on this.

I think this may be enough for you all to take in at once. I shall continue this story in a later post.

Coming next time:
Quitting drinking

Tales of drunken nights out
Bache Hall

Top 10 best moments of my year.

08/07/11 - Day 11

I have finally got round to updating the blog today. The past few days i have either been too busy with work, or simply wasn't in the mood to pour out thoughts from my brain onto here. Alas, the time has come for another installment of my life.

Firstly, i wish to bring a couple of things to peoples attention.

1) Andy McKee - Amazing Acoustic guitarist. Check out this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsD6uEZsIsU)

2) Black Altar Apparel - My mate Dan Jordan's clothing line. New stuff coming out every season. Check it out and perhaps purchase a cheeky tee or two? (http://blackaltarapparel.bigcartel.com)

As you may have guessed, my days have again been filled with playing games and watching DVD's. My standard life in Chester has essentially followed me home. This is until i get some time alone, then let my summer plan commence.

However, i have started to ease myself away from constantly playing CoD or Dead Rising, and have opted for some slightly more chilled out games, including one rediculously trippy one called Audiosurf.

I urge you all to check that shit out. But don't do it if you've been taking drugs, it might fuck you over abit.

My thoughts have recently taken a swing to my results, and hoping to god that i have passed, as i honestly don't think i can afford to do resits. 

Whilst i think i have passed, even if with a third, a pass is a pass at this stage. All i can hope is that i do pass, and i can implement my plans for next year, and make sure i do well. It all counts from now...

If there is one thing i cant stand in life, it is lying. This subject makes me feel quite hypocritic, as I myself have lied on many an occasion, and i'm sure this will be brought to light on judgement day when i "meet my maker". However, i do try my best to live a fairly honest life.

When people/things lie, blatently, to my face, i really cannot stand it. Hence my phrase "it's the lies i can't stand".

Take this as an example:

Trying to run a program on computer. Computer says it is running, when it blatently isn't. Q.E.D - LYING.

It just makes me so fucking angry. 

And i understand why people lie, and how sometimes it is necessary (Like in the Dark Knight, to stop Gotham going to shit), but unnecessary lying is just pointless, and will never end well.

These next two weeks will hopefully bring some different activities to report on, and some new things to rant about, as i'm sure a by-product of my adventures will be something that has horrendously pissed me off.

It may also bring an opportunity to chill with some mates, and go out and do something. 

When i say go out and do something, i mean something that doesn't involve money, as i'm rediculously skint.

My picture today is actually my current desktop background.

It's in 1080p, so feel free to steal it if you wish, but this just makes me smile everytime i look at my desktop, The sarcasm with which it states it is so happy somehow reflects me in picture form.

Until next time... 

x

03/07/11 - Day 10

Let myself slip with the blog writing recently. I blame work making me tired all the time, or perhaps the fact that my sleep pattern is severely fucked. I should probably try and sort that out.

As mentioned before, these past few days i have been working. On the face of things, this sounds like a pretty shit way to spend your summer, but on the other hand, the money is fantastic. I can now actually afford to put petrol in the motorbike, and actually consider buying things from the steam summer sale.

Apart from this, i have again been wasting my time with aimless facebook browsing and playing games. I should really start thinking about implementing my summer plans soon, or i fear that by the time i return to University, my brain will have been replaced with some sort of fleshy mush which is hell bent on heatshotting fools with a sniper rifle, or slaying zombies with chainsaws and lawnmowers. I don't think that'll be too useful when studying Geography. Unless ofcourse we're looking at the geography of an area, and how good it would be to assassinate someone, or the best places to survive during a zombie apocalypse.

I like to think of myself as having a "Dual core brain", with one core concentrating on University work, or academic stuff in general,  and the other core concentrating on everything else, including survival, other peoples wellbeing and socialising. I feel that at this moment both cores are occupied with games, making me a very brain efficient killing machine. 

Sweeeeet...

One thing that has recently been getting to me is people who are so drunk, or old, or a combination of the two to remember anything, and end up asking rediculous questions.

Whilst i cannot blame the people for being too old, infact i congratulate them for surviving the cholera outbreaks of the 1800's, but i do feel that some of them should be kept out of society for mine and their own safety (I'm a very brain efficient killing machine now..)

Take example 1: I was outside cleaning my motorbike, polishing the chrome and cleaning the dirt from around the engine, making it look pretty epic in general. Up plods this old bloke who has known that i have owned a motorbike for over a year, has known i have been back from university for over a week (because i have served him food and drink several times), and knows what i am doing at university, because i have told him atleast 5 times.

He comes over to me and says, 

"Oh hello Thomas, I didn't know you were back from university"

"Oh, is this your motorbike, i don't think i've ever seen it before"
"What is it you're doing at university?"

While i smile and answer his questions, my internal monologue goes something like this:
"What the fuck mate, i served you food and drink on thursday night. Are you blind or something?"
"Seriously? I've owned this bike for over a year now. You even saw it after the fucking accident! And you've seen me riding it around before. You're really starting to worry me now."
"Ok pal, now you're taking the piss. Pin your fucking ears back this time, and listen to me good. I'm doing GEOGRAPHY. Is that a plain enough answer for you? Or has that gone in one ear and straight out the fucking other? Why am i kidding myself here? You're obviously going to come and ask me the same questions next week. Just fuck off please."

To be fair, this person is a nice enough bloke, and has helped me out alot in the past. He's also very generous, and tips like an absolute god, but i seriously think he should be kept at home for his own safety. I'm surprised he remembers where he lives. I imagine sometimes he just drives around, cant remember where his house is and then spends the night in backseat of his car in a lay-by somewhere until he remembers.

A little bit harsh i know, but it really gets to me.

What's even worse is when you have to go through this process with your own relatives...

This photo reflects how much of a hero Samuel L. Jackson is. Aside from being a serial badass, se still finds time to narrate an audio book (For all those who haven't listen, go to youtube immediately and search for "Go the fuck to sleep"), and play guess who with small ginger child. 

And yes Samuel, he does look like a bitch.

Peace x