Decisions, decisions, decisions....

It's reaching that hard time in my life where my education is starting to end, and my life is starting to actually begin. Having just started my last year at Uni, having already defeated the last 2 years, this year has been thrust upon me like nobody's business. And as we all know, the final year means something that brings fear to even the most literate of us.....a 10,000 word dissertation. Now this dissertation you could say was pretty important. As much as I wouldn't like to, I have to say it is as well, so here comes the task of trying to find a topic related to criminology which I would like to spend the next year of my life researching, writing, re-writing and finishing my degree with. Bleak.

Now after this whirlwind of tears, hundreds of pounds worth of ink cartridges and plenty of pesky paper cuts, it comes the task of which many a graduate has now got to go through, developing tough skin and getting used to the sad face of rejection. In an attempt to climb up this slippery ladder, I am already in the process of applying for a job for an unnamed, somewhat large company. So finger's crossed, this time next year I will be nicely suited and booted in a cheeky M&S pin-striped suit, feeling like one of those snotty city blokes.

Having run out of fingernails through the constant chewing due to the stress of the present situation, its been a relief to be half way through the Rugby World Cup, although my sleep-deprived state may have been of a consequence to the ridiculous kick-off times. So far my boy Ashton is leading the scorer charts, which means I might I actually win a bet for once (although I'm not counting my chickens yet) and the prospect of England making it through to at least the semi's, based on a hopeful win over the Frogs, after they were just taught a lesson by those pesky Tongans. All in all it's been a pretty standard England performance. Turn up for the last 10 mins, score a lucky try and scrape through by the skin of your teeth, and it has to be said that as much as we do love our English lion Johnny Wilkinson, he is having what most would assess as a right Weston-Super (Mare).
In real life, for my new club its 2 wins from 3 which I have to say I'm happy with. It's always nice to have the smell of deep heat up the nostrils and the tangles of tape stuck to me on a saturday afternoon again.  Still no luck when it comes to tries, however I did get to within a metre of the line before being bundled into touch which in my opinion should definitely have earned at least half a try for the pure effort.

In these "dark days" there are always a few things that get me by. For one, this absolute cracker of an eighties tune which for those with taste, you may recognise from Stepbrothers, which itself is a another thing that never evades causing me a stitch in the side and a memory full of one-liners.

The second in particular happened this very afternoon. This indeed was the spectacular results that was Spurs 2-1 win against the french scum that is Arsenholes. On previous meetings it appears the tide has definitely turned and we are now the kings of North London. That just bought a single tear to my eye I'm not going to lie.

Now finally, it comes to what has been playing on my ipod over the last few weeks. My personal favourite (which will be to no surprise to anyone who has read this blog previously) at the moment is Brendan's Death Song by yep you guessed it... The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

As well as this, as it has been a fair few weeks since my last recommendation, I leave you with this absolute club banger of a tune which really shows how colourful the spanish are (when they are not napping, sleeping, or sitting doing nothing for vast majorities of the day.) This is Loca people by Sak Noel. What the f*** Jonny?

As usual thank you for reading and as usual It's been emotional :)