Greetings all,
Hope you are all well.
Exciting times. I have shaken the dust off my back pack and thrown all my worldly possessions in to it. Well whatever was left after I off loaded most of my stuff to Oxfam (with ryan Air's baggage limitations in mind?!). Different story this time though.
After 7 topsy turvy months in London I am, true to charachter, upping sticks again. Yes, as many predicted, Kate and I crashed and burned. It was not meant to be ...... i'll say no more?! Dublin Trinity University have been silly enough to accept me to do a Masters. Things have moved rather quickly and I am in Ireland already?!
After fluttering my eyelashes at the female attendant a the Ryan Air check in desk I some how managed to get through Ryan Air's checkout with my 2 over size bags (despite my trip to Oxfam) and no extra charges. I stayed on a random persons sofa for the first 4 days (thanks to couchserfing.com), but maager to find a place to live in the nick of time (I was in danger of over staying my welcome).
I have already started a 4 weeks intense Maths and Statistics course, which is a prequel to my actual masters. Its been Maths, maths, maths so far. I've seen and done bugger all so far ........ except bloody maths. I'm solving differential equations in my sleep, I've got matrix algebra coming out of my ears, I'm shitting Integrals and singing about differentiation in the shower?!
After 2 years of bumming around, travelling, working in restaurants, drinking too much and generally living it up I'm ready for a bit of a change and some direction in my life. I'm also fed up of being told what to do by idiots (Yorkshire men have never been good at taking orders). Particularly knowing that I owe the Student Loans Company an ever increasing 13+ grand?!
One thing that made me laugh recently. My good friend Mr Harvey noticed when looking at my myspace profile that I would like to meet Alex Turner. Lead singer of the Artic Monkeys for those of you who did not know who he is. He informed me that I had; We used to bully him. His grandad used to live next door to Harv and I do recall one incident when we pelted him with stones?! For good reason mind ........ Grandad Turner took Harvs football as we kicked it over the fence. Would not give it us back. So his poor grandson got it in the neck .......... and head and arm and shoulder?!
So not only has my Mum been on a date with Mick Jagger (and the rest of the rolling stones), but I used to bully the lead singer of the biggest band in the UK (possibly the world). Not forgetting the episode of the chucklebrothers where they were riding accross stubbin and you could see my house?!
I must admit I am a little excited at my voyage in to the unknown. I have never quite got to grips with London and am looking forward to a new city and a new challenge. I have left the ghetto and the Brixton soundtrack (sirens every 2 f@""$Łg minutes) behind and am looking forward to fiddles and shitting black for a year.
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