Sugar and Spice and everything Nice

The seasonal bells of Christmas and the horizon of a new year marks an end to what has been a very eventful year.
There has been lots of fun, excitement, joy and the odd heart-ache. Ying and yang playing their part in our everyday lives, not that we often look at things as they are meant to happen, but my life's philosophy has a lot to do with the saying 'things happen for a reason'- you don't always see the reason but one day, eventually, it will present it self.

So until then just live every minute as it comes, life is far too short to worry and be hung up on the past and 'what could have been' thoughts, they are not worth the time or the energy.

Because, if I had held my self back from doing something for every bad thing that has happened, I  most certainly will not be where I am today. My ever expanding circle of friends keep me going and bring much joy and fun  and I couldn't ask for a more wonderful and supportive family.

All in all 2010 was not bad a year, personally, I can not speak for everyone. I'll do it all again in a heartbeat, no regrets, even the little moments of despair- they are all part of life's rich tapestry!

Best wishes for 2011!

So this is what it's like out here

Well here I am after months of searching (and was in fact getting fairly despondent at the staggering number of rejections) finally in full time employment as a Journalist with an award winning, respected regional paper- the Essex Chronicle.

I'll never forget the day I got the e-mail with the job offer. How can I? It was the day,George Osbourne, Chancellor of the Exchequer stood in Parliament outlining the biggest cuts Britain has seen in decades. I am very humbled and grateful to my lucky stars, guardian angles, family and friends for this momentous opportunity to start building my career.

My new colleagues are ever so nice and helpful, because it is that kind of office where there is so much to be done among so few of us that we chip and help each other out. As a trainee, I'm still getting grips with the computer system, writing styles and various details. It's all coming together nicely.

It is nice to see the finished pages and know that your work is going to be read by the many thousands of readers across the region. Exhilarating!

Absolutely love my job and I'm working hard at it and always trying my very best. :)

I have moved to the town of Chelmsford, which is only an hour a way from my home, so it is pretty handy to get back at the weekends or whenever I feel like it and is a reassurance that no one is too far away just in case of an emergency (I've run out clothes to wear or money or something like that, nothing serious *touch wood*) I'm glad I've got my independence back and have fine tuned my budgeting skills. Ahh all I now need to do is to find another hobby besides shopping, reading and watching TV. Gym or an exercise class of some sort to keep fit- sort it out when I feel a bit more settled in my new environment.

Now for some healthy pasta salad... I need to find more recipes, can't keep eating green leaves for every meal!

Eye Candy, and Eye No No

I'm a fairly active individual, have been most of my life. I was the sporty one in school, but it has been a while since I last went to the gym mainly because I was busy anyway, with uni, work, volunteer stuff and more work, so never really found the time or the money to join one.

Last week, I met up with a really good friend of mine. Like girls do when we get together, started yapping away about this that and the other, catching up on things we've been up to, spot of lunch and we carried on talking when she mentioned about needing to go to the gym that afternoon and said she has a membership and could, therefore, sign up a couple of friends for a free 7 day trial at the gym. I thought, being the workaholic I am, it would be a great idea to keep busy and get more exercise.

Now, I haven't been to a gym since secondary school days, and even then we used the school gym in the afternoons. I turned up at this gym near the centre of Cambridge (can't mention which one, but as I've already given away the location, those familiar with the area would kind of know), a rep meets and greets me, shows me around the facilities.

After the tour, I'm all excited and looking forward to a work out and getting fit and that, so the rep shows me to the ladies changing room. I hadn't actually noticed the other ladies until after the rep left. I turned around to find some semi, some completely stark naked women- MIDDLE aged (and senior!!) women. I plonked onto the wooden bench, shocked and scared as I saw what was yet to come in life! -If I absolutely neglected my body.

I shouldn't make fun, it's not PC (blah blah blah), I know I know, but to quote the famous phrase from 'Catchphrase'- "say what you see!"

I quickly changed, it was a personal best, trust me I couldn't move fast enough to get up to the all the exercise equipments. As soon as I sprinted to the 'fitness room' I got straight on to the treadmill, and thank heavens they were situated near the men's work out gallery. Ahhh... it was like having an ice cream after a nasty injection.

Needless to say I stayed working out on the various machines, toning and "sight seeing" and more working out, flicking my hair, wiping the beads of sweat (not all from working out!). I won't traumatise you by saying what I saw afterwards when I had enough exercise for one day, I'll leave you to your imagination.

Work has never been this much fun....!!

There are those people who pick a career because their parents are from the same line of profession, so it's what they know. There are those who go for certain jobs because of the money they could earn before they reach 35 and retire by 36. And then there are there are those who do what they do because they absolutely bloody love the job but earn peanuts or even less.

I belong to the last group of people. A newly qualified journalist, I take what ever media or writing opportunity comes along. I'm grateful to have such lovely friends who help me along the way. This time it was no different, thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I got contact details to help out at a music festival down in Dorset- Camp Bestival.

A family friendly festival, packed full of fun stuff to do and to top it all of you have superb musicians playing live music. "Cheer! Hands in the air!", swarms of people dancing, screaming, jumping up and down, the music coming through the speakers are so loud they make the ground vibrate.

80's Pop Band, Madness

Lulworth  Castle was a great setting for this festival. Not very many cater for children to enjoy camping, this was perfect. It was a great excuse for adults to act like kids and all at times after a few pints no doubt. There's nothing like cramming into a tiny tent with two fab mates, zipped up in sleeping bags so as not to freeze in the night air drifting and laying on solid, at times slushy wet muddy ground in a middle of no where.

No amount of money could buy that experience, unless of course if you had to pay for being at a festival. We lived on rations of bread, home-made sandwiches, some fruit, biscuits and water for three or so days, hadn't had much of a wash, true campers we were, baby wipes and deo for B-O.

With our all access passes we were roaming around the site after our shifts at the box offices, meeting and seeing new people. Most were dressed up in fancy costumes, there were many tents showcasing different shows and exhibits. From Skateboarding to Zippos Circus, book readings to dancing to DJ mixes. The walk around the site itself hurt every muscle in body, such a trek across each attraction and the longest route was always at the end of all the fun and dancing back to our tent, on the other side of the plot of land, in the dark.

I thoroughly enjoy meeting new people, I had a good time chatting to a couple of fellow journalists, working along side very funny, witty folks from Manchester and just random people at the event. The meeting of random people started from the moment I got to the Wareham train station.

A shuttle bus was meant to pick festival-goers and take us to the main gate of the event. There were several of us at the station waiting, no sign of a bus. A lady, don't know her name, asked a cab driver standing outside, he was no help but offered to take all 6 of us for the same price as the bus would have cost us. A fair deal, we piled into the taxi and off we went. 

For the next three days, there was not only work, but a hell of alot of dancing, feeling hungry, thirsty and tired. But oh-so much fun.

England are out and the world just rolls forward..

If you have been hiding in a hole for the past few weeks and or have not an ounce of interest for football, then England crashing out will not be a major issue for you.

I do not want to re-iterate the painful scoreline on these pages, but surely now the age old joke- 'don't mention '66 world cup' has been completely and absolutely ripped from our tongues. It'll be now the German's who'll be saying 'don't mention 2010 world cup to the English' for the next 4 or 40 years!? Well I think the footballers should do the decent thing and cut their paychecks by...say.. 90% and give the money to good use like the employment of graduates and TALENTED young people (even though I say so my self!)

Ahh well enough of the football for now, I've been scouring the Internet to find something interesting to write about.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/drunk-writers-were-better-sober-says-psychiatrist-2010053.html

Came across this article on the Independent website. Geez that means I have to start writing sober-damn, not so fun any more this writing malarkey (haha, kidding really I'm not much of a drinker and have never touched the evil drugs.

Surely no one could have believed that creative writing was indeed induced by the consumption of alcohol and drugs. One simply just has to look at the state a person becomes, generally after taking these substances on a recreational level. The individual most certainly becomes incoherent, unable to remember their names, let alone spell them. So therefore, they could not have been capable of writing incredible literary works, whilst intoxicated.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/minor-british-institutions-the-british-giant-rabbit-2008443.html

Hahaha, aww this is a sweet article. Giant Rabbits as pets, that's 50 quid well spent I think. I wonder if they an move about as freely as normal sized rabbits? what's not to say they are actually normal sized and the smaller ones are actually dwarfs of their kind?? Now I'm just being silly I know.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/jun/28/ambassadorial-crime-sprees-foreign-embassy-staff-exempt-charges

I think this needs to be looked asap. Diplomatic immunity is being abused so much in this country, Why cant it be like in the TV series CSI, they seemed to almost always nail the sodding characters. They are clearly not abiding by the laws of the land, and don't seem to care about their behaviour at all. If the shoe were on the other foot, our embassy staff abroad would be done up like kippers, if found to have done something ridiculously stupid, like j-walking!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/tvandradioblog/2010/jan/12/guardian-50-television-dramas

Do you agree with this list? What would keep and add something else?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2003/oct/12/features.fiction

Great reads these lot, personally I've still got a fair few more to add to my reading list.

I feel I have to end this piece with a funny satire video, a cartoon parody of the worst song ever to have been aired to the public, the horror they must have felt coming over them when it started- ugh unbearable to think about it.

This link about William Shatnar, I'd most certainly never would have admitted in hind-in side- if I were this person.  The most cringe worthy of tracks released by this actor in the 70's was quite frankly horrid.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/tvandradioblog/2009/may/22/television-television1

I'll finish by letting stewie from 'Family Guy' sing it in his squeaky voice. TTFN

World cup 2010

Its back folks! If you a football nut, or maybe not so much a fanatic but at least a fan of the game, you would have noticed that the glorious game is soon to hit our new HD screens all the way from South Africa.
Sports journalists all over the country and the world will be going mad trying to keep up with all the games, the pre and post game analysis, the end less debate on the out come. If you have been living in a big hole just lately, the pre world cup madness has been kick started by the lovely advertisers and retailers alike.

I was on my usual jog around the town couple weeks back, the flags were out! (dramatic music) Yup, the St George's flag that normally only comes out the closet once a year on...you guessed it.. St George's day is now stuck to people's cars, hung across their homes and the pubs have gone overload of flags- its practically everywhere, even the poor dogs are giving passer-bys the 'get me out of this' look.

And by the sounds of the recent adverts on TV and Radio, businesses are taking a little gamble on the chances of England winning the cup. 'We'll give you this for nothing if England wins the World Cup' and wait for it here's the catch- 'and if they don't you can PAY the amount in simple small monthly payments'

I wonder if they put all their meager profits at the bookies for England to loose so, all the muppets out there who fell for the colourful ads would end up paying for the goods? It truly is desperate times for these businesses, they're turning to out right conning gullible folk to make money. What has the beautiful game created? I'm glad I've got at least 2 brain cells to not fall for that trick.

Well, good luck to those who bought into those marketing ploys for your sake I do sincerely hope Capello's England team lift that trophy after nearly 40years of disappointment. C'mon England!



But we must not forget that there are more positives to the game than the few who try to cash in on the whole event, it is one of the most watched event on level with the Olympics. It is bringing the entire world together, so please no fights for just this month-yes? what say you? Hate or love it, its something that creates a talking to point to most people- leaving out the die hard rugby and cricket fans, and women who rather watch back to back to rom coms. I've got my chart listing out all the groups and countries playing, a dedicated pen to write down the scores BRING IT ON!

Travels to the edge of the world (ok, to the most westerly point in England)

I'm must start by saying how grateful I am first. I'm a very lucky person. I feel I need to acknowledge the fact that if it weren't for the greatest love and care I get from my family and friends, all these may not have been quite possible.

So far, you may have read about my plans to travel to some really stunning locations the British Isles has to offer, well I can gladly say, I can tick off two more places on that long list. Cornwall and Devon! Wow, as I expected absolutely beautiful sites and to my surprise the weather actually held out for the week. The journey starts early-ish for me, travelling by train reminds of the books I used to read about the travels of Phileas Fogg- not quite around the world in 80 days but still it was an adventure non-the-less.

Cambridge on the fast train to busy, bustling King's Cross thankfully I reach London just after the morning rush hour which means the tubes won't be half as pack as it normally would be. Crossing the 200 year old underground network to get to the station that gave us the most kindest and cutest bear- Paddington. The smell of freshly baked pasty and baguettes had to wait as I had to find the ticket office to purchase my very cheap returns to Truro and back.

20 minutes to go before my train leaves, the last thing I was expecting was a flirtatious ticketing officer. It so made my day that he was actually gorgeous!  Lugging around my purple flowered hippie suitcase did get some looks, but that was fun it helped me start some interesting conversations with a few rather cute gentlemen (that's another blog, wink wink , nudge nudge!) I know right! what stroke of luck with men, this trip was meant to be, and I was sure going to savour every minute of it.

The four and half hour or so journey was not that bad actually, the train was travelling on historic tracks and bridges engineered by Isambard Kingdom Brunel. My favourite pictures en-route was taken near Paignton (Below) and Teignmouth (Above) in South Devon.
The beaches had proper sand and the sea air was therapeutic to the dust and carbon monoxide filled lungs of mine.

As I whizz by the on the comfy train, my mind wonder and ideas of a pirate novel and the urge just to go 'Aye aye' and 'Urrh me matey' was tempting.

I scoff my yummy chicken salad baguette and gulp down the apple and raspberry flavoured water as I sat soaking up the warm rays of the sun, in the comfort of the train now that was whizzing by the Western coastline.

Truro! Well here I was, standing on the platform of the small country train station looking astonished and weary. The thing that you notice when you get there is how hilly and narrow the roads and paths are, than I learn that the town is located in a valley; I won't rush out and get a bicycle anytime soon than.

I had found my way to my B&B, and found that Cornish people are very very nice and cheerful.Stark contrast to the stern, stiff upper lip folk in the rest of the urban areas. Seagulls, they were like pigeons are to the streets of London, simply everywhere.

I vaguely remember, ages ago on a beach in East Anglia, a seagull stole my chips, so I was cautious of this one stealing my fried rice from me.

I made good progress, the day after my interview in Truro itself. I had a day and half to look around the West Country. I took a bus to Penzance- Pirates of Penzance came to mind, didn't meet any pirates sadly.

Had made it to several other places in between too; Falmouth, St Ives and of course had to go to Land's End.

It has this land mark inn. As you approach Land's End, the sign reads : 'The Last Inn in England'-Nooooo (hehee) and as you make you way back away the sign would read :'The First Inn in England'-Sweet.

I covered alot of ground, met and spoke to some really sweet people who appreciate a good chat about anything and nothing, that added to the fun of travelling alone. It never seizes to amaze me who or what you may see. There are so much more out there to explore, if one had all the time in the world and enough of course money, I would easily be a traveller. Wonder what it must have been like in the days of horse and cart? No one had much money but had loads of time in their hands.

For your info..

The world as we know it has taken new turns in the metaphoric road to the future. Britain is in the hands of two political leaders, whose youth and genius tactics ousted the older, misfortuned political old horse- Gordon Brown. Just wonder if he as had a lucky escape from the lime light, considering the situation of the entire region.

Let's give the similar looking lads a chance shall we? I'm sure the cracks will start to appear as time rolls on. How much worse off can we get?

Well here are some video snips to update on the goings on this week.

News montage of the week.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/hi/newsbeat/newsid_8681000/8681776.stm

David Beckham hands in England's World Cup 2018 bid to FIFA.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8683040.stm

Internet creates another musical talent. In the footsteps of Lilly Allen, Justin Bieber and Artic Monkeys
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment_and_arts/10116841.stm?ls

In the World of the crazy escapes.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/8683750.stm?ls

The waiting game, and the moments inbetween

New Beginnings

This has truly been the month for new events, to steal the slogan made famous by President Obama, 'Time for Change'. Incidentally the Tories have also stolen that catch phrase for their tough election campaign.

I love the month of April. It is a very bias comment, as I 'm bound to say that having been born in this month. But it is lovely; Spring is well truly blooming, the sun's rays burning away the lingering signs of winter. Personally, life has been marvellous! My family are doing well, we're happy and moving forward with what we want to do and supporting each other every step of the way.

Must say the good weather is most certainly bringing unexpected surprises. I have secured work experiences at several places, moving around the country seeing new things meeting new people.

Absolutely fabulous. Next stop middle of Suffolk and Gloucestershire, which should be exciting. I have had excellent news with some applications on the job front. I do have loads of social events planned that is going to increase my list of experience and contacts, among other casual outings with friends and family. April has kept me rather busy and I think the months ahead are going to be as equally eventful, which is excellent news for me.

Just reading back, the title is very apt for the coming election too. There are new things expected to come out of this highly unpredictable election. I so want to witness a hung parliament situation; not only would it be hilarious but just want to see how the ministers will deal with it!

Party Leaders look fearful and sound semi sure of what they ARE going to do and what IS going to happen in the coming weeks and even after the elections. I've never seen so many bald nails on all the leaders fingers! I bet secretly in a little dungeon/ padded cell, Tony Blair is sat in front of his big HD TV watching the debates on the various channels with his glass of whisky or whatever 'Poison' he drinks, chuckling at all of them especially poor Gordon, his old mucker!

We shall have to wait and see how this 'comedy' sketch pans out. In the mean time, I'm going to just enjoy my yummy cookie flavoured ice cream in the garden.

In the news this week....

Trawling through the pages of news online, I found myself chuckling at a couple of headlines. One, although not immediately funny, as you read the story it clearly has comedy scene written all over it. The line read 'Woman caught after trying to smuggle a body on plane', and as you read the article, it turns out an elderly relative had died while travelling with them and instead of reporting to the local authorities here, the woman tried to wheel him through customs and put sunglasses on him to cover the fact that he was dead!

Bless the German woman, she ought to have known better than to use SUNGLASSES in rainy England as a disguise! Excuse the pun, but that in itself is a dead give away. Reading the story, sure sounded like something out of a film.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/apr/06/women-arrested-smuggle-body-plane

Funny news is not always home bound, the Aussies have a fair few nutters to boast about too.
The inmates figured that, they were already inside doing time, a bit more couldn't hardly make a difference. All for a dish we take for granted- A Pizza!

http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1389697.html

I would love to have seen this happening for myself! http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/uknews/7450365/Funny-headlines-from-the-South-London-Press-newspaper.html?image=5

How could have they possibly done it? Came in, in the shadow of darkness, with masks to cover their identity and held a knife to the man did they?? Haha :D

With all the buzz about the election, something out of the ordinary sure puts a smile on even the stressed out politicians. Talking about election coverage, I cant wait for the analogies and the ways the media are going to try to make the coverage of the election simple and understandable for the benefit of the public watching.

Being at the right place at the right time...

How I have heard that line from my dad time and time again. Bless him he does try his best to console me when I get another soul crushing rejection letter/ Email from the 'lovely' people who are in a position to pick and choose and play 'Eany, meany miney mo' with our job application forms.

But it does make one think though. The quote I mean, what has a person got to do to be at the right place at the right time? I can spend three quarters of my life hanging around the cafes, restaurants and bars where high flying editors, media executives frequent. Would that constitute to being at the right place? I wish I had the disposable income to find out, but sadly no. I suppose I have to take comfort in the fact the people I have met while doing endless amounts of work experience have provided me with the knowledge to help in 'breaking' down the solid door that is the Media industry.

Being the media 'junkie' I am, I have.. well signed up on various social networking sites, twitter being one of them. I was trying to find some inspiration to write something and well, low and behold, the media guardian elf's posted this article link http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2010/mar/26/media-workers-start-unpaid

With the current job market, in any field, in tatters no thanks to the economic slump, I figure the only way to get anybody's attention is to ask to work for nothing. And like the article points out, the 'who you know' attitude is still very much the ace card to be played during any interview. Name dropping; Self: 'Oh didn't I mention I know Piers Morgan?!' Editor: 'oh well welcome to our paper, can you start immediately??'

the idea behind the pictures

While I get my finances and other bright ideas i keep coming up with in motion-slowly. I have a bit catching up to do with life, friends and culture that I had to ostracise whilst doing the NCTJ.

When I go around on my mini trips more often than not it happens to be London or the South from where I have just moved away, I take pictures on my trusty blackberry. I'm not a professional like some of my dear friends, who have a real eye for a good/great picture.

But I'm not bad-even though i say so myself-in framing and capturing a good picture. I find pictures fascinating, they are the documented proof i feel of our daily lives.

I was listening to the radio-to keep up with the current affairs and nourish my starved brain of some knowledge, an interesting fact cropped up about our memory and how the brain tends to 'delete' memories to accommodate the new memory one would have just acquired.

Its not an entirely proven fact, but was very interesting to listen to. Not sure it will explain, short term memory loss, but its definitely a good excuse to keep under the hat when I forget something!

Somehow that fact
seemed to validate my obsession of taking random photographs. This picture is one of mine and a recent favourite! I was standing out the Tate gallery about to walk towards the tube station when I thought 'this looks like a great shot'.

There are more randoms ones. I'm sometimes told off by a really good friend of mine, for taking pictures of sign boards! Well my reasoning behind that is so the viewer-apart from myself can Geo- position themselves-mentally- to give them a feel that they are ACTUALLY there.

Besides its for my memory, to remember where I have been- Hehehe. I think its important, especially with more study and revelations that more people are being diagnosed with dementia-scary thought to lose someone that way. not to remember anything-eeks :s

There have been some sad episodes in my life, and thanks to the pictures I had taken prior to those events, I have captured forever that memory and whatever happiness there was. So the camera, in my opinion, the best invention ever.

Before that, the amazing portrait painters-some excellent examples are housed in the National Portrait gallery-so life like-forget HD! they didn't need that in the 17th-18th century. Wish I could paint like that.

Well at least I can draw comic characters-that'll do for me doodling.

Big wide world

Well, what do I say after a halt to all the madness that was taking place not so long ago.

'Hello!'- My usual response to almost everything or 'Hey ya!' the latter is my favourite; so to what I have done thus far-erm bits and fragments of my plan to tour this Isle has happened.

Starting with North Wales.


Lucky me, dad was on holiday and me being me, with my big brown eyes and whining ways was able to save a chunk of money on travelling by hitching a ride with him (cheeky grin). The idea behind my travel plans was mainly to follow the legendary trail of King Arthur and the story behind it.

I did manage to find one of the battle grounds on which King Arthur supposedly fought to save his kingdom. The most part of this trip however, had a few changes to it. Most of the historical links to the legend within Wales stop just after the North/South border, for the rest I must explore south Wales.

So I figured whilst here I shall find out about this area instead. I've heard alot about Welsh slate and that the roofs of mainly London and various well-to-do areas line their houses with this material. I knew this was part of the country, mining was the major source of income and career path for the people.

I had no idea what the work entailed apart from it was very- Very dangerous! well duh you're going down into the bowels of the earth and there's a limited supply of fresh air down there.

We reached a place called Ffestiniog where the slate mines are. What you will notice when you get to the nearest town is the mountains-man-made mountains of slate chippings discarded after squaring off the tiles.

This next video is not very clear, but the sounds of the carts talking us into the dark tunnels of the dis-used mines was a bit nervy.


The road trip was very soothing to the weary soul after a long while of being stressed and tired, mainly tired. There was a lot of sheep! Most of all the language, it intrigued me to hear and read Welsh. I couldn't pronounce half of the things i saw on the sign boards that was more the three syllables!

From the books I have read, the language is a derivative of ancient celtic, druids used to and some still use it to be with the sprits of the land. Very mysterious. It would be so cool to meet a practicing druid or pagan. I mean these belives pre-date christanity and catholism, they must help countless number of people get through some pretty tough times, most of the trouble, from history, caused by religion itself .

That was North Wales, a bit of history for added measure. Next stop Cornwall and Devon hopefully!

2010, Big Freeze...World in debt..

Welcome to 2010! A decade into the 21st century, "where has time gone" was the most popular quote that friends and family were using towards the tail end of 2009. If i knew how to slow time or even the ability to add a few more precious minutes when struggling to complete all the tasks one sets, I bet the world would be in a much worst state than it already is- I'd imagine.

I must say what a way to start the year too. A nation brought to its knees by heavy snow and ice with temperatures plummeting to a very Arctic minus 22! It was nice to have a bit of snow during the Christmas and New Year holiday's as most of us were probably slumped in front of the television and not really had much plans to go out. There may be some who may have seen the snow as a blessing- an excuse not to go visit the in-laws perhaps (cheeky grin).

Well how the month of January is whizzing by. Mm I'll be done and dusted with NCTJ training soon-SHRIEK!!!!! Shoved into the big wide world. 'Finally' my dad would say.

I think I have also finally made plans to just travel around the British isles and include Scotland and Ireland in to that or yes and Mythical Wales!

A tour round Devon, Cornwall, Brighton and other bits of Sussex while I'm still here in the South. Possibly make a ferry trip to Belfast or Dublin or Both. MM I'm really considering just getting a map and doing things at hock, as if there something that my early life has thought me, even the best laid plans never seem to turn out as you want it to so whats the point of planning everything to the finest detail, raw adventure! it should make for interesting video blogs.

So excuse me for the next 3 weeks while I sit in solitary confinement and be a boffin! Stocked up with coffee, tea and crisps.