One Week Closer

Hey,

A fairly unspecticular week this one I am afraid. In a bid to save as much money as possible before I leave this town I don't go into town as much. This has led to a few things. Firstly, I have saved money on shots and other poisons, and also a distance from Ossians has been maintained - it's a month now, by the way - which is good. What this has meant is that not much is happening in my life.

Glasgow looms nearer. At the time of writing, I have two weeks left of working at Morrisons, and a further five days until I leave for Glasgow. It's all getting quite close now; pre-registration is complete, Murano Street has a room for me and my Freshers' Week pass is paid for. What is annoying however is that the bands for the Freshers Week hasn't been announced, as opposed to Strathclyde who have (Idlewild, Funeral for a Friend, Twin Atlantic etc). I can only hope ours is as good as that line up.

Twin Atlantic are a band I have only just got into in the past seven days. The lead sings with a broad Scottish accent, but not one of those annoying Dundonian ones like The View. This could just be because I am West Coast, but it just sounds nicer, no? I learned about them through the site Grant works on (www.thisistheknow.wordpress.com) I wrote some gig reviews for the site of Athlete from the BA a few weeks ago and Rockness. Have a look if you like. I also got in touch with with a newspaper from the University. They say I can contribute, which is good. Another sign that University is nearing is that last week I got some stationary shopping done! The exclamation mark is deliberate, because there is something geeky - yet fun - of being organised. Like, it is comforting to know that you have an array of pens and paper at your disposal. As Cameron put it, it is the "honeymoon period". Is this making any sense to you? Because I can understand if it doesn't. Speaking of you (in general) I had to disable comments on the blog, because of "Bloggo". I don't really care if this blog is rubbish, I only write it to keep my nine or so brain cells active.

I played cricket on Saturday, and annoying, lost cricket on Saturday. What is annoying most is that we were capable of beating them ("them" being Kinloss) but we had a lot of younger players in the squad. They did well but on another day we could of won. I scored seven runs, which took me an eternity to score. During my stay at the crease I got hit by the ball on the body three times. And it hurt. To put it into perspective, a cricket ball weighs 5 1/2 ounces, and travels at about 70mph. A shinty ball weighs only 2 1/2 ounces. After the game I spoke to a player from Kinloss who has met Dallas Green. Needless to say I am very envious of him.


I watched a few things on TV this week. I'll start with what was probably the worst of the programs I watched - "Being Human". To simplify the program, "Being Human" is about a dead person, a vampire and a werewolf living together in a house in Bristol. That's right, Bristol. And for some reason, they are all obsessed, unnecessarily, with sex. As the werewolf boy with ears belonged to different postcodes to his head, "This guy is teaching me how to speak to girls". The scene when he chats up the nurse is truly horrendous. As for the vampire, his vampire friend sends him a video of "vampire porn", which only involves one person since the vampire isn't picked up on camera. Not only is it not very good, it's a touch disturbing too. Not to mention pointless.

"Outfoxed" is a documentary I watched on Tuesday about the work done by Fox News and Rupert Murdoch, and it exposes just how right-wing their "fair and balanced" news coverage is. I won;t spoil the program by going into detail but if you want a laugh, try and catch some of "The O'Reilly Factor". More conservative than I am when I only have £4 to last three weeks. I finished the book "Netherland" this week, bit of a dissapointing ending though, and I tried to read "Goodfellas" but I couldn't get into it because my imagination had been ruined from watching the film. I am reading a Charlie Brooker book instead.

So that's the week then, but before I go I have to say, Kenny MacAskill - and the SNP - got the Lockerbie thing wrong. Compassion is all fine and well, but it doesn't bring lives back.

DC