With Every Wish, It's Hit Or Miss.

“Was it a card with two bars of chocolate and a book?”

The timeless quote that subsequently: quashed any dreams I had of becoming a really cunning private detective; kept me laughing out loud for over a month; confirmed that the postie didn’t actually steal my valentine; and became my first original punch line as a wannabe stand-up comedian. Magic.

What could easily be the most intense dosage of pure happiness in my life was had the other day, as I printed out the 61 pages of Thain-style gold that was my dissertation. A result of the overzealous approach adopted in the weeks before the deadline is that my right eye has developed it’s own fluttering spasm – not cool. Must also mention the ol’ chick that helped me retrieve an entire deleted chapter, what a star. One aspect that I will never understand is that, when you really need to get your head down and do some hardcore work, everything else – from bebo creeping to two-hour lunches – suddenly seems more important. On the downside, it means that I no longer have excuse for a lack of success on the female front at the moment, despite hanging out with the likes of Paris Hilton and Pocahontas!

After visiting the Granddad down at the Links unit, I have decided that someone has to end it before I become old and haggard like most of the people in there. Although it will be difficult dealing with the effects of growing older, such as not being able to buy cool jeans or having to find something above ground level to rest your foot on, life must become completely empty when you can’t walk across a room, read a book or take a dump without someone helping you. Worse still, sharing a room with 5 other people in the same condition probably wouldn’t pump up the self-esteem.

Other things worth underscoring from the past wee while include: the D.I.Y. skills being sharpened up with the creation of a new-age pedal board that will become the envy of many a gig-goer in the future; an ace solo gig at the Aberdeen Union that ended up with the whole crowd in the palm of my hand; becoming more honest about things as opposed to trying to satisfying everyone, which may lead to some interesting entries in the future; coming home drunk and watching my future wife on ‘The Mint’; getting a Leeds ticket; and securing a decent job for after uni.