Random Thoughts From A Cold October Evening.
Work hasn't been too bad so far. I had to do an English Language coursework, and actually, I enjoyed it. The brief was we could write anything we wanted, an article, a report, a story, whatever and just write about anything and everything. And good news, we have to do it again on the second peice, we just have to make sure the second peice is in a different form to the first peice. So if in the first one you did a story, you can't do another story for your second. I'm happy with the way my first one has come out, it reads well because....err, well, my parents said so. It's a Jeremy Clarkson style article basically me moaning about how rubbish football is. I couldn't possibly write anything from it here though, just in case the examining board came on here and found it on this brilliant blog and thought I'd copied it from.....me for me to be thrown off the course. Good times.
So yeah, winter is setting in. That pointless season where everything looks dead and it's cold and miserable and you wake up to -5 degrees outside and motorsport comes to an end and for weeks and weeks there is nothing on TV apart from countless Chrimbo adverts and the joys of fix factor! Whoopido!
I'm not a big fan of winter. Apart from the times you get snowed in and you can't go to school and then you can laugh at how pathetic your country is as it falls to pieces when a few feet of snow falls. I'm trully amazed this country has lasted 2 world wars by the way people act when that dreaded white, frozen water is predicted to fall. People abandon their cars, everything everywhere shuts and "Closed because of the weather" appears at every window. If you are ever in need of coming to Britain in the winter when it's snowed (heaven forbit it!) don't. You won't get anything done and you'll just be better off in your warm, comfy home infront of the fire watching F1 season review from 2009.
Kids seem even more riotous when snow falls. Boy, if you've upset any kids of late in your area, all it takes is you to step out your front door (or back) to step convinently onto a black ice slide some chavs have made for ou to fly flat on your back and the next thing your in an ambulance on a 5 hour de-tour around your local area trying to get to the nearest hospital when you are well enough to walk there. Mind you, it beats stepping into that dog **** in a morning. Bl00dy thing.
Christmas adverts-another joy! What month are we in again? Please, some of the old people here tell me it was always like this. Tell me that you had endless Christmas adverts on your wireless whilst trying to de-frost the ice that had formed on the inside of your window over-night. Please tell me that those stupid DFS sofa sale adverts could be heard even around the time of the battle of Britain, or maybe even before.
That's another thing isn't it? These questions we all want answering. What is the purpose in life? Is there really life on Mars? Did I really just find £50 down the back of my sofa? Add "When will the DFS sale ever end?" to that list. Sales, sales, lovely sales. Sales for poor people who can't afford the normal price. (I kid!) I really want to walk into DFS and see if people really look that happy. And I want to see what the reaction really is when I jump onto that
Anyway, I've got to go and indulge in some great English literature now. Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks. If you ever come across it, burn it before you read it. Just....don't. I've got to finish reading it before this "half term" ends. Joy.