What I hate about exams is that they sneak up on you. The date is so far away, then it’s next week, then in two days, then… Tomorrow. Unfortunately, this IAA is not an exam I can make up on the spot. With humanities, this is pretty easy – all you have to do […]
Category: September 2010
Ruby’s Social Experiment to Go to Sleep, or, How to Become a Raving Lesbian in Six Steps
Scene: Victoria Sea View Hotel, Scarborough, Yorkshire Step 1) When a person knocks on the door, turn out light and pretend to be asleep before the door opens (there is no lock). Step 2) Sarah walks in and asks for her iPod back. Step 3) Within a second, two or three […]
I Challenge You Not to Love This
I want to hate it. I really want to. I had this whole theory going about Bob being locked in a cupboard and the last four years being a social experiment, but no. They just had to wait for Mikey’s hair to get long enough that they could dye it blonde. All […]
On One Trip, Pugsley and I Saw Eight Muse T-shirts. On Eight Different People.
Technically I don’t become a whole year older until around ten thirty this evening, but I’m sitting in the back garden warming my feet on the chimnea. Since I’ve actually put this weekend’s photographs on the D drive already, I thought I’d be a total techie geek and upload them for you lovely people […]
This Is Probably the Only Blog Post You’ll Ever Read Linking My Chemical Romance and the 1947 Polish Elections
It’s become something of tradition, I think, to blog around this week every year. Not because I lost someone on 9/11. I was only five years and three hundred and sixty-four days old when it happened, after all… Most people my age probably can’t even remember it. I know a girl at my school who […]
The Zante Diaries 2010 Part One
The Zante Diaries 2010 Also known as ‘An Idiot’s Guide to Zakynthos’ or ‘What the Other Kids are Missing. Poor Dudes’. Sunday 25th July 2010 It is our second full day here and already I am at my wits’ end with Maxim. He snores, he steals my bed, puts my pen lids up […]
Well, This Ain’t Gerard Singing.
http://www.mychemicalromance.com Anyway, I don’t want to start talking about middle-aged men and their band’s replacement drummer. Or their children. Congratulations, by the way, Frank and Jamia. One question: you mentioned daughters. Does this mean that instead of naming one of them Frank, you’ve named one Francesca? Just a thought. Right, go-karting […]
Shut Up and Drive, Being Part Two of Two Blogs, ‘In the Last Week Frank Has Left the House’
on 2nd July it was my brother Maxim’s birthday. We celebrated yesterday… By going go-karting. I had never been before – not many of us had – so it was understandable, I think, to say that once we pulled on the jumpsuits, messed around calling balaclava ‘baklavas’ and watched the rather crap safety video, I was […]
