An Update.

In the last few weeks I have dropped out of university, started a new blog here that I'm already failing at updating as regularly as I'm supposed to even though I'm the one who decides how often that should be, and am spending my days applying for writing jobs, journalist jobs, tv production jobs, radio jobs, media internships and anything else vaguely relating to any of those, most of which are at companies that I've never even heard of.

Should I be using this time to write a great novel, or a screenplay, or even the blogs that I'm already supposed to be writing? Or even finding some other work to keep me going while I apply for things I want to do? Probably. But instead the most I'll write is an introspective look at what I'm doing now for the benefit of no-one.


I am officially the most useless person I know.

University - The Final Complaint

It's all a game. You do well at school; you get to progress to college/sixth form. You do well there; you get to progress to university. You do well there; you get to do the job you want and have a wonderful happy life and blah blah blah.

Screw that. I'm done with the game. I'm opting for the alternative method. I'm throwing the board in the air and I'm not playing any more. Some say that's quitting, some say it's cheating. I say fuck them. You can all carry on with the game if you want, but I've had enough of it now. It's gone on too long and there's nothing worth winning at the end of it.

Come and see me when you've finished playing. Let's see who wins.

The Mad Men Drinking Game

Ah Mad Men. The best show currently on TV (now that Lost is over). It's exciting, it's dramatic, it's beautiful and it makes you want to drink and smoke all day so you can be like the cool kids.

So why not start while watching?


You will need:

1 x bottle of your preferred whisky (preferably scotch or, if you wish to enjoy the authentic Don Draper experience, rye).
1/2 x bottle of your preferred vodka.
1 x bottle of red wine.
2 x packets of cigarettes (give or take, depending on how good a chain-smoker you are).
1 x rather suave suit.


Put on the suit, pour your first drink and light your first cigarette. You are now ready to play the Mad Men drinking game.

Cigarettes must be smoked continuously throughout the program until you can no longer see the screen through the haze of smoke. Spirits must be drunk straight, over ice

• Every time a character drinks, you drink. Try and match what you're drinking to what the character is drinking for bonus points (drink whisky when they have a whisky-based cocktail, Vodka for martinis and wine for whatever a woman is drinking). If they down the drink, you down the drink.


• Every time Don Draper stares at someone silently for what would be an unusual amount of time in real life: drink whisky.


• Every time a character has sex/goes off screen to have sex: drink.


• If one of the individuals engaging in said sex is doing so whilst currently in a relationship with another character: finish the drink.


• Every time something condescending/offensive is said to/about a woman/black person: drink.


• Every time Roger Stirling has some inappropriate/hilarious one-liner (basically whenever he says anything): down a vodka.


• Any time Pete acts in a way that makes you wonder why no-one's punched him in the face yet: drink.


• Any time Harry does something clumsy/stupid: drink.


• Any time Don Draper does something outrageously cool that makes you wish you were just a little bit more like him: down a whisky.


• Any time Betty Draper does something that makes you question her sanity: drink wine.


• Any time Betty Draper abuses one of her children: down the wine.


• Any time Don Draper has a nap at work: drink until he wakes up.


• Any time there is a sudden gory moment that is otherwise unexpected in a show like this: down the whisky, then the vodka, then drink some wine, then down another whisky. For the sake of whoever just got mutilated...


• Any time someone mentions a holiday: drink.


• Any time anyone does anything that would be considered inappropriate and/or shocking in modern society: drink.


• Any time a character who was a big part of one or two episodes in the past before disappearing completely suddenly shows up again: celebrate their return with a drink.

More rules when I think of them. Play the game right and your lungs and liver will be just as bad as every character's on the show.

Finding Championship Vinyl

As a young, 21st century man I find myself wandering round shops a lot (even when I have no money - in the past 10 months the only things I've actually bought for myself are a Pearl Jam CD and a Faith No More CD, and only because they were both under the two for £10 section and were both double disc sets, therefore obviously meaning a victory against HMV for me) and two types of store I can never resist walking in to and wandering around are small record shops and memorabilia shops. The reason this is notable is that I don't believe I have ever bought anything from either of these, and probably never will. This is especially true for the latter where I have spent countless hours staring at models of Star Wars characters or vintage mugs with the Sex Pistols on them, but never quite understood why I would want to spend so much money on them. T-shirts maybe, if they feature a band that is no longer around and I couldn't just pick up a T-shirt at one of their gigs, but there comes a point when you are just shelling out all your pennies for something rather pointless. And that's the point that, I'm happy to say, I decide I'd rather walk out of the shop empty handed and spend my pennies on overpriced coffee instead.

Then there are record shops. I will always go in to one, especially if it looks like the sort of place where you could find rare recordings of famous gigs. Unfortunately I have no idea what rare pieces I'm supposed to be looking for, so usually I'll just skim through the CDs rather randomly for a while. Then I'll look through all the old vinyl records, despite the fact that I don't own a vinyl player, before leaving the shop feeling superior because I am that guy who's supporting the small record stores and laughs at your corporate chains promoting the mainstream, commercial music. Except then I'll go and buy things at HMV anyway because it's cheaper and set out in an easy-to-find-what-you're-looking-for way. Plus I can get student discount there.

The point is that there is a certain feeling you get from just being in that kind of shop. In there I can pretend I am an over-intellectualised rock aficionado hipster who collects music that no-one else even knows about. In that tiny shop I am John Cusack's character from High Fidelity, even if I don't have a categorised record collection or if I haven't read 'Johnny Cash's autobiography "Cash" by Johnny Cash' or if I'm not friends with Jack Black. For a few minutes I am the sort of person who would do all those things, as well as arrange things autobiographically and make top five lists about girls who break my heart. And you might think it seems strange to want to be that person. That person sounds horrendous. But there's a reason that film made $47 million, and a reason people love John Cusack.