Don't Believe In All You Read.

Quite a laid-back month thus far that started off with a big day out to celebrate my mum’s attainment of a Geography Degree. The level of pride can’t really be put in to words as I watched her go up and collect the diploma; it was also cool speaking to Iris and the other just-as-proud family members sitting nearby. It was also good because it was an insight into the ceremony and pretty much preperation for next year if I graduate, and it was surprising to see so many people from work and town graduate; 30 year old man, stretched foetus girl, Austin, Debbie Argo... A nice meal washed down with many bottles of wine kicked off a token night in town, with the only alteration being that I was dressed beyond neatness.

In taking many boring walks down to university over the summer I’ve grown accustomed to watching the (un)development of the Northern College as it gets slowly levelled to the ground. It’s quite sad seeing a place with so many memories of football, underage drinking, friendship, cheap dates, ‘chaseys’ and general mischief being bulldozed and converted to luxury flats. The best memory of the college: sneaking under a lit window at night, only to jump / scream / bang and scare the shit out of a poor student who was just doing her dishes. Brilliant.

Much to my own surprise – with Leeds, Skye and several nights out to save for – I’ve taken up the cost-effective hobby of reading again. It’s not that I’m illiterate or loathe books, but it’s just something that I’ve never really managed to get in to for longer than a few days. Currently getting stuck in to some George Orwell and if it keeps going at this pace, it looks like the book collection will be mounting up over the next wee while.

Wit books in mynd, iz it n e wander th@ I-litter-acy in da UK is so hye, not just wit ppl watching 2 much Tee Vee, but wit the dyre mis-spellinz that we r subjected 2 every day. A quik-flik throo business part of a fone book makes me want 2 b sick in mí mouth. Substituting K’s for C’s and swapping S’s for Z’s doesn’t only hi-lite how poorly-named a cumpany is but shops lyke ‘Kolorz’ & ‘Kool Kutz’ shud b tried in court 4 pole-ooting Kidz’ Brainz!

However, on a lighter note, I discovered an amazing song this month, the lyrics of which will be used to appropriately end this blog…


I'm well aware that you are chemically imbalanced
But I'm the kind of guy that likes a challenge
My crazy kind of girl who lives in her own world
Who is legally insane

I'm not afraid and I will rise to the occasion
And I'll remind you when it's time for medication
For a mixed up little girl alone in this big world
Who is legally insane

You need someone who cares
When you're delusional
You need someone to hold your hand
If you're confused at all
I understand all the problems you got
I stay up nights on a suicide watch
For you...

I'll be with you until we find a good solution
And keep you out of any mental institution
You need some special care and I always will be there
Coz you're legally insane

It'll take some patience and a lot of sacrifice
Helping a lunatic get through her life
I'll protect you from yourself ‘cos you've got nobody else
And you're legally insane

You need someone who's there
When you're losing all your faculties
You need someone who understands
All your abnormalities
I understand all the problems you got
I stay up nights on a suicide watch
For you...

You need someone who cares (that's me!)
When you're losing it or delusional (you're not!)
You need someone to hold your hand
If you're confused at all (ho, ho, ho!)
I understand all the problems you got
I stay up nights on a suicide watch
For you... My Fucked up girl...

I love The Vandals.