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Home Away From Home Away From Home.

31 Mar

I’m sat upstairs in the SU and won’t be leaving properly until Thursday evening.


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Time Travel and a Request Stop.

29 Mar

So a month from now, I’ll be packing my suitcase all ready to hop on a train (or two, probably two) the next morning and head to one of my favourite places in the world, Machynlleth.

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The Evaluation.

23 Mar

So tonight’s blog is kind of a continuation of last night’s ramblings, with less of a numb hand and more hip hop being blasted out of my laptop.

Feel free to do your own evaluation whilst I’m wanging on about my own life. I find them genuinely useful in order for me to pinpoint what I’m doing right and what I’m doing wrong.

Think of this blog as one of those massive trucks on the motorway with a “How’s My Driving?” sticker slapped on the back with a number for people to call. If you think I’m doing alright, let me know. Likewise, if you know I can do better, let me know.

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How’s My Living?

22 Mar

If you lean on your hand for long enough, it’ll eventually go numb.

If you let your hand go numb and try to type up your blog, it’ll actually feel like someone else is blogging for you.

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Party (Fun And) Games.

13 Mar

I had a feeling that last night was going to be eventful.

I was not wrong.

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Tick Tock.

31 Mar

Ah. Welcome to the Summer, you guys.

It’s the season of barbecues, late night drinking and getting so much sunburn you have to sleep standing up.

Apparently. So far it’s still as cold and awful as the last six months have been.

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Who Are You? Whoooooo? Whoooooo?

30 Mar

Doctor Who is BACK, and we’ve already watched The Bells Of St John twice.

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Stop Gap.

29 Mar

There’s not much to talk about in a daily blog when you wake up at 5pm.

Believe me, guys. I have TRIED.

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Whip It Real Good.

28 Mar

I spent less than twenty minutes hanging backwards off the edge of a table for the purposes of recording a radio drama, yet I’m pretty sure that I’ve given myself whiplash.

If I have to spend the entirety of my bank holiday weekend with a scarf wrapped tightly around my neck then I’m not going to be particularly impressed.

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Hungry Like The Wolf.

27 Mar

It is March. It is bloody freezing. I will never learn that jeans are a much more sensible option when the alternative is a dress and tights.
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