#36 Blog wars
The warning shots have been fired... the stakes have been raised... The gauntlet has hit the floor. In a Thatcher-like move, this blog now faces stiff competition from its rivals (possibly in an attempt to improve the quality of choice for you, the consumer) (but probably not). Welcome, therefore to the new, all-singing, all-dancing Thursday blog.
We're already in week 2 here at Sheffield, and whilst that may annoy those of you that have been snowed under with work since New Year's Day, at least your family haven't been gloating to you that they are currently enjoying half-term this week. Despite the fact they're only doing mildly interesting things anyway (paintballing aside), it's till hugely preferable to the extremely tedious Renaissance English and Philosophy lectures that I've had to sit through this week...
Highlight of this week's lectures:
A discussion on the staple diet of moon-elephants
(it's cheese, obviously)
A fairly busy weekend (compared to my usual routine of sleeping off the week) was kicked off last Friday, down Ranmoor Bar (where else?) and celebrating Alice's Birthday. Although not celebrating the big "1-9" until Saturday, the bar was sadly all booked up for it's Valentine's Day special. That'll be the "Pimps & Hookers" party then. For fairly blatant reasons, this didn't really appeal so instead that night was set aside for a decent round of takeaway food...
Number of VK Cherrys needed to get Alice drunk
: ¼
Saturday day was taken up watching the rugby -- what with it being the one month that everyone is interested in egg-chasing -- and Saturday night spent down at the Union for Pop Tarts. Well, it makes a change from the same 30 indie songs being played at the Leadmill and any chance to dance to all the 1980s classics should never be passed up. In a moment of clear thinking that Mr Croasdell would be proud of, my "warm-up" music for the night was from none other than Heart's Club Classics. Oh yes.
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kinda heavy
I've got the power!!
How do you follow that display of high culture? Well with an arty Spanish film of course, and so I was down the fantastic Union cinema on Sunday night for Y Tu Mamá También ... plans to go and see Sophie Scholl were scuppered by my inability to read a clock (whoops) but with any luck, those skills will return and get me to Tim Burton's Corpse Bride on Saturday.
Adjective of the week:
Volcanic
And now, in order to fulfil this blog's new-found public service remit... the rest of this week's gwanings in bullet-point form
▪ The eagerly-awaited new and improved! Supertrams have arrived... the new and improvement stemming from the fact they've been painted blue; ▪ If you're a songwriter and your tune gets played on Channel 4, you get £14.69 in royalties... but if it gets played on ITV1, you get £52.36!; ▪ 3 actually pay you for receiving calls and texts now; ▪ Three things I miss from home: my car (I really want to go out for a drive), gas ovens (because they actually cook food properly), and Jazz FM (because I've got its jingle stuck in my head... but I can't remember how it ends); ▪ I've bought tickets this week to go and see noise-making nutcases The Go! Team for next week and indie rock gods Maxïmo Park for October (well, it gives me something to come back for); ▪ ...and bagged myself a new MP3 player for just £20 (I love Richer Sounds!)
Sad news story of the week: Simon (the sarcastic Jewish one) and erm... the other one have both left Popworld - probably because the producers were finding it increasingly difficult to get bands to appear on the show because it was seen as too nasty. This is the same week that Smash Hits magazine prints its last issue because it was too nice.
Here endeth the battle. See you again next week when I can conscript some more random bilge.
