Tuesday, December 30, 2003

Well, it's been two weeks since my last post. That's what going away for the holidays does to you. Not really alot has happened apart from my trip to France. I got to track deer (although an impromptu event) which turned out to be a boar (no pun intended). I got to eat rabbit on boxing day. It tastes like chicken. Everything tastes like chicken though... Oh and the French don't know how to cook bacon, they only know how to half cook it. Yuk.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

A message to Australia... 'Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, coming forth to carry me home.' Hope you are all well. Feel free to leave comments by clicking on the relevant links below.
Today is a new day. Or as some would say, an old day recycled. The French used to fear that tomorrow the sky would fall on their heads. Its lucky for them that tomorrow never comes.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

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This blank space bought to you courtesy of Richard. Just think of something profound or slightly interesting you learnt today pretend I told it to you in this blank space.
Thought of the day
Why are all doctors practising? Can't the do the job properly or something?
Yes, folks! It's that time again... 'Its the SPOT THE OXYMORON COMPETITION!!! See if you can spot the oxymoron in my last post!!!
Okay its been a couple of days since my last post so theres a couple of things that I need to update you on...

The first thing isn't really an update as such, more just letting you know about something that happened on Friday...
I usually go home on the weekends and this week was the same with one exception. I walked home from Kidsgrove town centre, which is about a mile or so from my house and it was cold, really cold. I kept myself warm with thoughts of the furnace like, door-frame warping wave of heat as I open the front door. Did that happen? Did it boot. My gran had been in the house during the week and turned off the central heating. And the hot water. And the freezer. And left several windows slightly open. Instead of a wave of pure heat greeting my arrival I was instead greeted by a wave of water and ice.
So after an hour or so of rearranging furiture, throwing out now soaked carpets and turning on the heating etc I settled down to watch a DVD in front of a roaring (gas) fire. It then got to about 11 o'clock and I decided to retire so I left the living room expecting to find the rest of the house a similar pleasant temperature, but no, I was thwarted again. The house was still freezing. Puzzled by this I checked the radiators and they were indeed on, but not as hot as I used to remember, recalling the many times I've reached behind them to pick up a pen dropped behind there and smelled my own burning flesh. I put it down to them not being on long enough and went to bed. I decided, in my infinite and ever expanding wisdom, to leave the heating on all night to be on the safe side. Two hours later I wake up and the house is still cold. At this point I was thinking of causes, such as evil curses put on the house by native Eskimos because our house is built on their sacred burial grounds or, the more likely candidate, Gremlins. I decided to get up to see what the problem was and I had to get dressed, including coat and scarf because it was so cold. I decided to take a look at the boiler which is situated behind the fire in the living room. I stumbled bleary-eyed and shivering into the living room and to the fire. I pulled down a little flap on the front of the fire and.... the thermostat had been set to "Brass Monkeys" (I kid you not!). Grumbling at my family's stupidity, I trudged back upstairs to my bed and slept. I woke up an hour or so later and poked my warm face out into the now warm air and slumped back into a contented and finally warm sleep.

The second bit of news is that Rachel and I are back together after talking things through this morning. :)

Anyway I'm off now as I'm exhuasted from doing Richmond's job for four hours (It'll only be a couple of hours, Richard. Bah!)

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Quote of the day (Thanks Peter!)
Its the thought that counts, but money helps!
Vicki, a friend of mine at university told me yesterday that she saw someone on a bus, who looked exactly like me (the person not the bus!). I t kinda got me thinking... I know other people have said this before and indeed I have met a so-called double (and they thought it was bad with just one of me! Hehehe). The resemblence was striking. I wonder if anyone else has met or heard of their 'double'...
Peter, one of the people I am living with said to me earlier...
'Richard, you know how you're kind and everything...'
'Yes Peter, what now?'
'Can I use your computer while you are out?'
Now, I must tell you about Peter's computer. Last time anyone checked it was riddled with viruses and runs at about 0.24% efficiency, so I was hardly going to say yes. Rapier-like was the reply in its subtlety,
'I may be kind, but i'm not stupid!'
Ah, well, Peter maybe next time!!!

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

What was the best thing before sliced bread?
I am probably not what you might consider your typical student. I don't drink or smoke and I don't spend all my time in bed sleeping. I even get my assignments in on time (I can hear the jeers of my fellow students already!). One thing I pride myself on is being different (not 'special' as my friend Mark likes to put it). Its the little things that make us so unique. In my case its all the little things that make me strange!!

Monday, December 08, 2003

A few days ago I moved in with the Roberts Family in Stoke, as my parents, whom I usually live with, have gone to Australia for three months, leaving me to fend for myself in this cruel, cruel world. You may know two of the Irish Family Roberts(son) as Ally, the oldest brother, and my room-mate has his own blog (40 bicycles) and Peter, the youngest of the brothers also has his own blog (Bulbous Blog). So far it has been fun, with the excetion of having a hideously bad cold. The fun bit about that is being able to watch the carnage that ensues as it is passes on to various members of the family (sorry Ally).
Just recently I have been suffering from another bout of depression, though this time I have opted not to take anti-depressants. There are many people who will, fortunately, not know what depression is like and for you here follows a brief description of the symptoms I have... Drowsiness but the inability to sleep, grogginess, succeptability to illness and irritablity along with an aversion to bright lights, indeed I'm squinting as I write this.
I have tried to see the lighter side of this situation and am slowly suceeding (whoever said humour as a defence mechanism doesn't work is wrong!!)- go me!! But "Enough, already!" I hear you cry, "quit making us depressed!" So I shall leave that topic alnoe for now...

Quote of the day...
"Please, sir! May I be excused, my brain is full!"
Well hello from this Englishman's Brain. It appears I have joined the blogging elite which includes the likes of Bill Gates, William Shatner and Yoda. Actually I made the last one up, but one thing you will notice about this site is my light-hearted, brighter view on life.
I am a 20 year old Christian, studying Psyhology here, in England. My life has been very up and down recently in a funny sort of way and I feel my experiences may make you laugh, or at the very least smile. I will usually be brutally honest about myself and, often, honestly brutal (yes, there is a difference, I checked). You will see the inner workings and true thoughts, though often manic as this is what goes on in this Englishman's Brain...