Blogmas - December 4

The hunt for the advent calendar continues...

Blogmas - December 3

I know that I've started a few days late but I was working on Sunday and Monday - no one wants to read about that, do they?

Men's Lifestyle Magazines MA Journalism Dissertation

So one of my current projects is a dissertation for my MA Journalism degree.

The Update

The degree is over, my work experience ended and I now have very little to do...Help!

The Return to the Gym

I often wonder if sometimes I should actually be trusted with money.

The Casino in Monaco

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I recently went to France with a couple of friends to visit our friend.

The Bin in Barcelona

You are probably reading this because the title tingled your curiosity. The Bin in Barcelona, it sounds like a story of epic proportions.

The Awkward Wait For A Cab

Yet another awkward story brought to you thanks to my very awkward life.

The Supposed Shoplifters

Whenever you are invited to a birthday party, it is important that you buy a present. However, my friend and I were posed with the dilemma of what to buy our friend's mother whose 50th birthday it was.

The Behaviour of Friends

I worry about my friends. I really do worry about them.

The Realisation About My MA

It's been brewing in my mind for a while but last night when thinking through all that has happened over the past year, my thoughts were solidified.

The Driving Decisions

Whenever I am not at university or working, my parents summon me to go round to the cornershop and purchase the day's newspapers.

The Lessons From Blogruary

It's the second of March and blogruary is over. So what have I learnt from the month long project?

Blogruary Day 28: The Trip To London

It's the last update of Blogruary, but it's a good one!

Blogruary Day 27: The Character Flaw

I've begun to notice that I have an aspect of my personality that is most likely to bleed me dry of all my money. In the words of Conor Maynard, "I just can't say no".

Blogruary Day 26: The Class

As Blogruary draws to a close, I find myself running out of things to write about.

Blogruary Day 25: The Writing Class

Monday is a strange day at university, we start with a shorthand class then have three hours off before rounding off the day with three hours of law. It makes for a topsy-turvy day.

Blogruary Day 24: The Headache

Despite going to bed at a reasonable time on Saturday night, I woke up today feeling tired and fatigued. I can't say I was looking forward to going to work.

Blogruary Day 23: The Netball Match

In an exciting twist, I went to see a netball match today.

Blogruary Day 22: The Bloc Party Gig: Part III

Another day and another gig. This time it would be the twelfth time that I would witness my favourite band, Bloc Party, perform live.

I woke up after the previous nights events tired and it took until my afternoon shower that I felt awake. I walked down to the train station to meet my friend who was coming along with me.

After a short train journey we had made it to Earls Court via a brief stop at a quaint pub where we brought ridiculously named ales such as 'Hair of the Dog'.

We soon made it inside the venue which was massive. It was easily the largest venue that I had seen Bloc Party perform in.

The support bands couldn't have been different. The first, Old Men, were awful. The second, The Joy Formidable, were fantastic.

Eventually Bloc Party came on yet I was sadly stuck near the middle of the arena. The sort of area at a gig that is populated by people who wish to be further towards the carnage and those who just want to stand and nod along.

After another impressive performance, I left content but it took a long time to get out of the venue. Trying to get 19,000 people out of one building is a difficult task at the best of times and it reached a stage that required the police to control the number of people coming in and out of the tube station.

We decided to try and walk to another station and we passed a lady who asked us whether we spoke English. We replied honestly and said yes.

She then proceeded to tell us that she had run out of gas. I didn't quite understand her story and frankly stopped listening until I heard her mention the name of a town situated near Kingston. Why would she travel all this way to get gas?

My friend stated we had no money and she quickly left.

I didn't quite understand what had gone on until my friend explained she was probably a drug-addict.

I knew that gas story was slightly weird.