My two new favourite websites:

Hot Guys Reading Books

Bookshelf Porn

Nom.

Sun, sea and a salary

London Student, Volume 30, Issue 12, 16th May 2010, page 21.

(I quite like this one, even if I do say so myself).

And I have (albeit temporary) gainful employment, July-September. Hoo and Ray. Blogging is due to the fact it's impossible to concentrate, due to the man with the chainsaw outside. He's chopping down trees, not people. I hope. This is Hackney, after all.

That's it for news. Other than the fact my dissertation makes me want to run havoc with outside man's chainsaw (Disclaimer: this isn't actually true). Soon essay hell will all be over. Thank Christ.

Hiatus

It has suddenly dawned on me that I have less than a month to get all my uni work done, so I haven't got time to compose the epic blog post I've been intending to for a few days.

So, I shall leave you for now with the information that I have the greatest pencil sharpener in the world, courtesy of Simon and the Dr. When you stick a pencil up its arse, it mews. It's BRILLIANT.

Even better, unlike Shaggy it doesn't vomit on the carpet when annoyed (which is often).

I also have a job interview next Tuesday. Really hoping I get it - is only a 10-week placement, but actually pays, and will look very good on the CV. So fingers crossed and all that, even if it does destroy any of my plans for a nice summer holiday before starting NCTJ training in September.

I went to see Posh on Friday. I drank a lot of alcohol at the weekend, won the pub quiz and got sunburnt. I plan to do similar this weekend (sans sunburn). My social calendar has suddenly got far busier. Back in February/March I was stuck in most weekends. Now I must must MUST find time to write essays and keep getting invited down the pub. I'm incapable of saying no to the pub, I'm striving to learn.

I shall try and blog if anything particularly exciting happens, but shall very much be absent for the next month or so. See you all again in June.

The perils of cat-sitting

Picture the scene. 5am, I am fast asleep on the sofa when a cat jumps on my face.

Shaggy: Purr purr purr I love you Erykah you're amazing I love you by the way I'm hungry did I mention I love you?
Me: Fuck off I'm asleep.
Shaggy: But Simon and the Dr always feed me at 5am if I'm hungry purr purr you wouldn't want to upset them would you purr.
Me: No they don't.
Shaggy: Do.
Me: Don't.
Shaggy: Do. Will putting my arse in your face make any difference purr.
Me: I was told to ignore you at stupid o clock in the morning.
Shaggy: FINE! I shall go and eat what is left. Though it is probably POISON. Don't say I didn't warn you if it makes me ILL!

*om nom nom*

*huuuuurk*

Shaggy: I told you so.

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I have temporarily relocated south of the river to look after this creature while his usual slaves are in Glasgow:



I could definitely get used to having a house of one's own; I wonder if I could claim squatters rights?

Film reviews - 'From a Whisper' and 'Rough Aunties'

'Play' supplement,London Student, Volume 30, Issue 11, 15th March 2010, pages iv-v.

Singapore fling

London Student, Volume 30, Issue 9, 15th February 2010, page 25.

Disappointingly, my photo of the bequiffed pigeon was not included. So, I shall exert sub-editing powers on my blog instead.

3 Worst Student Cities

I don't think it'll be any great surprise to anybody which crappy Leicestershire town sprang immediately to mind.

I hope to blog again properly tomorrow. Sunday has been spent recovering from a wonderful, but surreal weekend. These are, I feel, the best kind. I'll be doing it all again in a week; and the week after. I'm not entirely sure when my dissertation is actually going to get written up, but I suspect it may be improved by the presence of red wine.

Election

So the election has finally been announced as the 6th of May. In future, I would suggest that various media outlets contact me on these matters. The polling card that's been in my kitchen for the past week was a tiny clue to when the election was going to be held... Had I known this was actually news, I'd have phoned the Guardian or something.

I'm now just praying the Tories don't get in. I'm not entirely sure I can cope with entering the world of work and the start of a New Blue Empire in the same month. It's just all too depressing. I may take the opportunity to emigrate. Yes, Labour have done a lot of shitty things, but they have also:

* Legalised gay marriage
* Repealed Section 28
* Introduced minimum wage
* Equalised the age of consent
* Banned fox hunting
* Sorted out the majority of problems surrounding Northern Ireland

Though the less said about top-up fees, the better.

Keeping Labour means keeping the BBC. I love the BBC, if the Tories break that as well, I will actually cry. Labour may not be brilliant, but they're better than Cameron and his horrible friends, who'll just sell everything off to the highest bidder.

Not that it particularly matters who I vote for, as in Hackney South and Shoreditch Labour has over 50% of the vote. I don't think that'll be toppled any time soon. Obviously, I'll still be voting, but it's a tad demoralising that whatever I choose won't really make any overall difference.