May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
Firstly, can I just say that title implies that the working class have to strive to be world class. Like…it just compounds the percieved “working class” stigma to me. But, hey, that’s probably just me. I digress. I guess it could have had a worse title like, say, “Working Class Made Good” or something. I…
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Because this is my happy song. I need my happy song today. (Click to play related music video)
I am 825 words into a ROUGH draft 1200 essay that’s due on Thursday morning. I’m not feeling confident about this one. I’m not sure I have actually felt confident over any of them! (I’m trying to keep my score of 80 for my eTMA – ie: end-of-module Tutor Marked Assignment – in the forefront…
Today is the anniversary of my first ever visit to Glasgow – six years ago. I had come up to take part in 15 to 1. A bucket list tick for something I had long wished to do – to be a contestant on a television quiz show. There was somebody who was HUGELY responsible…
Things is looooow when I break out into the “art”. “Vision Thing” – number 1319…
I’ll be honest here and say that these days I don’t really listen to too much music at all. I’m lucky if I play maybe two whole songs in a day. That’s just how it’s been for the past….18 months or so? I think the pandemic and lockdown had the completely reverse affect on me…
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I’m avoiding uni study today. In the current yo-yo of my state of being, having somehow been “up and confident” earlier in the day yesterday, I took a dive last night. And all the feelings of ineptitude and uselessness come flooding in. I’m still really angry with myself that I squandered yet ANOTHER opportunity to…
Well… (this comes with a bold **OVERSHARE** warning attached) A lot and not much happened in 1989 in equal measure. I was 18 for most of the year and was in two relationships – if we could deem one of them a relationship – and…yeah. Firstly, and most prominently, for me – the sex obsessed…
Today during uni study, I was asked to write a short piece of creative writing. The only stipulation was that incorporated the line ‘Wait for me at the olive oil’, a line from a verse by Menander. It could be no longer than 150 words. This is what I wrote. The day was very bright…
More to be revealed on this later, but for now… THIS MAN IS A FUCKING ADONIS!!! IMMA GONNA DIE! (I may be some time…)