Unless you’re the same thickness as these, you’ll know I was in Trafalgar Square last night (Sorry, this morning) on the fourth plinth. Happy days.
It’s always going to be a long day when it starts at 8:54pm. I had to catch that one as it was the last train to London before my [...]
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2 people. 2 hours. One & Other.
My 18th Birthday
So after being alive for 6575 days, it finally arrived, my 18th birthday. I’m sure it’s different in whatever other country you come from, but here in England, becoming 18 is pretty much the start of adulthood. I mean, you can drink, gamble and enter competitions on This Morning. I mean, what else do you [...]
Childhood lives. (Part 2)
Cast your mind back to a couple of weeks back. You may have read Childhood Lives., one of my various blog posts where I rummaged through the stuff under my bed. At the end I said I had half of the stuff to go through and, well, I went through it.
So come with me [...]
End of an era.
So, after 13 years of hard graft (well, 14 if you count the reception years, but they weren’t exactly hard, now, were they?), which works out at roughly 3640 school days, it all comes to an end. I am no longer, technically, at school.
It’s a shame to leave NSB. I mean, I bitch about it [...]
A blog about me
As per popular (by popular, I mean Nadine) request, here’s a blog post about yours truly. Okay, stop reaching for that close button, seriously. I’m sure I could make this entertaining somehow…
Okay, now I just feel like a knob.
Now I’ve probably gotten the most awkward bit out of the way. I’ll just, y’know, introduce myself. [...]
