tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28884177416511463992011-10-31T10:54:04.203ZEmpirical proof I should get out moreThomasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-35737345212503545052011-07-08T08:00:00.011+01:002011-07-08T08:00:05.343+01:00

The phrase ubi sunt means "where are" and is used to describe a type of poetry that evokes a sense of nostalgia but also transience and fleeting nature of life. There are some very good examples of this in early poetry, especially in Anglo-Saxon* and Medieval literature. Some of these poems have made their way into other works; for instance, the line où sont les neiges d'antan! makes its way

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The villanelle is a seldom-used poetic form, and one that I really love. It's really rigid and somewhat constricting, even more so than the likes of the sonnet or even, perhaps, haiku. It is really hard to get right, as well, as it could end up being really repetitive and boring as the first and third lines of the first stanza are repeated throughout. It also has only two rhyming sounds. If done

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Image via Wikipedia I began to read Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte, in the hope it would live up to the Kate Bush song. Unfortunately it didn't. I suppose Kate Bush is hard to live up to and the book wasn't entirely bad. Wuthering Heights is about a vindictive lover, Heathcliff, that mourns relentlessly over Catherine Earnshaw. Heathcliff is a typical "Byronic hero", brooding and tortured by

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Sometimes it's easy to get bored of the same old fonts on your computer. I mean, comic sans is okay for invites to a child's party, Book Antiqua is what it says on the tin, and Times New Roman should be left for, well, The Times. If you want to jazz up your letters, add some bling to your booklets, make your newsletters new, go to dafont.com. Okay, that sounded like a really cheesy advert. Sort

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Image by Philip Morton via FlickrWith this weekend's weather set to be hot the Met Office has issued a health warning, as well as there being a housepipe ban in Cumbria, Greater Manchester, Lancashire and Merseyside. For advice on how to stay cool despite the high temperatures you can visit the NHS website. In 2003 Europe found itself in the grips of a heatwave, killing over 30,000 people,

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Back in the days where life was carefree and easy I use to write posts about random websites. This included Ian's Shoelace World and Land of Marbles. What fun was had. I've decided that I will recontinue this under the new name of Saturday's Site. The first site is going to be BookCrossing.com. This is a bit like GeoCaching meets the Hay-On-Wye festival. The premise is that you register a book

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This week's Factual Friday is dedicated to typography. This is because I have a bizarre obsession with the interrobang. The interrobang is a symbol that is a combination of a question mark and an exclamation mark and looks like this ‽. If the name interrobang is not good enough for you (and who wouldn't it be good enough for‽ I mean, it sounds like something out of a comic strip), you can also

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My ninth book done and dusted. And I'm only four books behind. Four? Four‽ If you're curious as to what that strange symbol is, it's a little used piece of typography known as the interrobang. I think I'll write a post about it. Yes, I'll get onto that. The Père-Lachaise Mystery by Claude Izner is a murder mystery that follows a bookkeeper, Victor Legris, through the streets of nineteenth

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Today is a very special day. It is Aung San Suu Kyi's birthday. Aung San Suu Kyi is the President-elect of Burma. She is a Nobel Peace Prize winner. She is an amazing woman and has inspired many. So surely she'll be celebrating her birthday in style. Well, no. She has spent 14 of the last years under house arrest, and this is where she will be spending her birthday. So it won't be much of a

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It is possible that on this day in 1178 five monks in Canterbury witnessed the formation of the Giordano Bruno lunar crater. They reported to their chronicler, Gervase, that they saw two horns of light coming from the shaded part of the moon. Theories suggest that when a meteorite hits the moon there would be plumes of molten rock, which may have been what the monks were describing. Also, the ray

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If you're anything like me, which I hope you're not because then you have problems, you often forget to check who has posted a new post and find yourself spending every Saturday afternoon catching up on your favourite blogs. So it is unlikely that this is your favourite blog, but if it is one that you want to keep up to date with I have a solution. I can make it so you get emailed every new post

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On this day in 1962, the most elaborate escape attempt from Alcatraz was made. Clarence and John Anglin; Frank Morris and Allen West began planning an elaborate escape by at least September 1961. Using ordinary objects they burrowed through the walls, finishing their escape route in May 1962. They constructed an inflatable raft from raincoats and made dummies out of papier-mâché, which they left

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Welcome to another 'Factual-Friday-but-actually-in-the-early-hours-of-Saturday-morning' post. It's always a bit of a challenge to do a Factual Friday and to make it interesting, but a bit random. Yesterday I went to Thorpe Park so today's topic is roller coasters.  Be prepared to go on a speeding, swerving, spinning journey of rollercoaster trivia. Obviously, as a logophile, I'm going to first

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Okay, I admit it. I'm a sell out. A dirty sell-out. Basically, when I write about books, or other things, I may or may not add a link to the product on Amazon. If you were to click that link and then buy the product, I may or may not get a small amount of money. Please don't hate me for it. Basically, I see it as a way for me to share my literary gems with you, and for me to be rewarded for the

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Dear software,You seem like a good idea at the time. You promise such things. A virus free computer. Being able to play tetris on the internet. Podcast streaming. Oh, how you wooed me.But let's get one thing straight.If you require another piece of software to run: I will uninstall you.If you add any toolbars to my web browser: I will unistall you.If you automatically open at start up and slow

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Now, there's a book. It took a long, long, long time to read. But it was worth it. Everyone of the four hundred and sixty odd pages contained fantastic descriptions of its people and places. You believed in the homely forge, the misty marshes, the decrepit Satis House and the dismal London. Pip, the main character, was earnest but flawed; Miss Havisham was awful and pitiful, and the change in

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-67701564598950607952010-05-29T21:35:00.004+01:002010-05-29T22:03:13.160+01:00

There is one international institution that unites people across the globe like no other. No, not the UN, or NATO, or even the BBC. It is, of course, the Eurovision Song Contest. But you guessed that from the post's title and the big picture, didn't you? You dirty cheats.One of the main influences of the contest this year seemed to be Lady Gaga. There were echoes of her tunes in a lot of songs,

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I've got 23 minutes in which to complete this Factual Friday. This is made more difficult by the fact that I have hurt my wrist (I suspect a fracture but my self-diagnoses are not always accurate).And what to write about. Well, I was just watching Friday Night with Jonathan Ross and one of the guest stars was Jeff Goldblum. And, it has to be said, he inspired me. Yes, he is an inspiration of mine

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-13371991674406888102010-05-27T14:42:00.003+01:002010-05-31T20:11:55.229+01:00

This is getting dicey. Like really scary. My 26 books in a year seems to be running out of steam. I'm on my 8/9th book (I'm half-way through both Velvet Elvis and Great Expectations), when according to a quick Excel sheet I've just knocked up I should be on my 11th. My 11th.Okay, perhaps I shouldn't panic too much. First, I read more books in the holiday than in term-time and it's nearly a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-8270816784380330442010-05-21T20:31:00.002+01:002010-05-31T20:11:55.231+01:00

In a bizarre transaction of gifts and money I ended up in the possession of '501 Must-Read Books'. As usual with any of these lists, it's going to have some controversy. Here are my issues of contention:To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf. What? To the Lighthouse is barely penetrable, it is verbose and unrefined. Mrs Dalloway would be a far better example of Woolf's skill for narrative.To Kill a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-13035145977561031052010-04-23T21:44:00.002+01:002010-04-23T22:50:50.636+01:00

I could tell a lie and pretend this post was inspired because I had recently watched the film this post title refers to. But I haven't, in fact I've never seen it.I recently watched the film The Bucket List starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman (what were they thinking?) and it got me wondering what my Bucket List would look like.Get a Nobel PrizeVisit 100 UNESCO World Heritage Sites (only

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A lot of reviews of Between the Assassinations, by Aravind Adiga, harp on about how it isn't really a novel, but more a collection of short stories. Now, I could go on for ages about the problems of genre, but I wont. Between the Assassinations is not, it has to be admitted, a conventional narrative that follows the adventures of certain individuals, but rather narratives that centre around the

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On my way to the airport I realised that I had neglected to bring any reading material for the journey. So we wound up looking in WH Smith on customs side for cheap reads. I ended up buying Hector and the Search for Happiness.The book is written in a very simplistic way, like that of a children's book, which lends it a sense of naivety and exploration. The story is a simple premise as well. There

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It's a Friday. So that means that a load of useless facts are on the way to screens near you. In front of you, in fact.Rachael is down visiting me, so today we went on a drive to some of the places of interest in the New Forest. So that is the theme for today. The New Forest.It is 571 square kilometres in total, comprising of:146 km² of broadleaved woodland;118 km² of heathland and grassland;33

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Okay, okay, it's a day late. But what'ya gonna do? Today's theme is, of course...Doctor Who. What? You thought I was going to say Easter? Okay, okay, I'll do an Easter one tomorrow.The first episode was shown on November 23rd, 1963It originally ran for 26 seasons before it was dropped.The reason why the TARDIS is stuck as a police box is because the chameleon circuit is broken. Donna Noble, in

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I've been upset with Rachael recently. It has to be said. Apparently, on the rating thing at the bottom of my posts, she has been clicking on 'cool' for some of them, instead of 'epic'. I notice that some of my readers (mentioning no names) haven't been rating. I'm going to assume that is because they forgot or didn't notice it, not because they've been sparing my feelings.I told Rachael that if

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Recently I've had an obsession with the British Museum. I don't know why, I just have. I can tell you that it was founded by Sir Hans Sloane who donated all his curiosities to the government, as long as they gave his children a sum of money in return. It wasn't until recently (1997) that the British Library was a part of, and indeed housed within, the museum.Yesterday the museum was in the news.

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I like to think I have a decent grasp of the English language. I can use both formal and informal speech, appropriately changing my modes and styles for different situations. This is why I hate it when people tell me how to speak.Somebody rebuked me for saying "me and Stephen" about a certain situation. I was not writing an essay, I was not speaking to the Queen, I was not giving a Nobel Prize

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I haven't blogged in a while. I know, I know. That makes me a bad person. If there was a list of bad people, I'd be on there somewhere between Gengis Khan and King Herod. So I'm going to make it up to you. I don't know how but I will.One way is to start a 'Factual Friday'. That is where, once a week, I write about some random thing. It can be of a theme of your choosing. It could be on something

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This is one of those weird pivotal moments that tells you you've just reached adulthood. It's not as huge as putting down the deposit for your first house or seeing the birth of your first child (obviously written from a male perspective). It is something small yet still signifies that someone considers you to be a bona fide, mature adult. One of my youth group has asked me to be a referee for a

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First things first. I've been slack. But I knew it would happen, hence why I am reading 26 books this year and not 52. If I was to read book after book I would be able to do it, because I generally read a book in a week. However, I knew I would get distracted and not be able to sustain chain-reading habits. I am still ahead, though. I should be starting my 5th book on 26th February (according to

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Since I last bloggified a reasonable amount of stuff has happened. I turned 22. I didn't do anything spectacular for it because I was at the Church weekend away and couldn't be bothered to do anything afterwards. However, I got pressies. I got Doctor Who, Series Four; Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (which I shall be shortly reviewing); Velvet Elvis, by Rob Bell; and lotsa Amazon vouchers and

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Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird was voted the book to read before you die by British Librarians, beating the Bible to top place. I don't quite agree with that order, but it should definitely be in the top three. It is such a beautiful gem of a book.It deals with such deep issues—racial inequality, class, rape, justice—but from the view-point of a 10 year old child (well, the narrative voice is

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Everyone has a love/hate relationship with in-jokes. If you aren't in on the in-joke you hate them. If you are, however, they're the coolest thing ever. Here are some of my favourite in-jokes, of which I am in on. Gravity has taken it's toll My brother and I spent some of this morning playing the Thème de Camille by Georges Delarue and saying "I have never felt better, but at my age gravity has

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I'm just going to address one point before I can continue. I'm a Christian, but yes, I've read a Pullman book. There was no Faustian apparitions whilst I was reading it and I have not been pulled into the fires of Hell. It was a concern. I'm a (debatably) mature 21 (nearly 22- again: hint, hint) year old, and I can read a book without having a sudden crisis about the boundaries between fact and

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It's been nearly a month since I've actually written about what I've been up to. I've written posts, sure, but not actually talked about what I'm up to.So Christmas has been and gone, and so has New Year, and I think I've passed the deadline to begin talking about those (good, but busy, if you're wondering). So here I am, well into the bosom of New Year. I don't know why I decided to use the word

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Having read this book I feel some mixed emotions, two being relief and defeat. For years I've avoiding reading Brighton Rock by Graham Greene. It was a subtle act of rebellion, as my dad is a huge Greene fan, Brighton Rock in particular. For most my life I knew, as well as Hale did, that before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him. Don't worry, that isn't a spoiler,

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It is sixty-six and a half hours into 2010 and I have already finished the first book of my 2010 challenge. You’d think as an English graduate I’d find the reviewing part of it easy. But, actually it’s quite difficult to take a step back—not to give a Freudian/Marxist/feminist account of the story, not write an essay—and write plainly what I thought. Discuss.Did you see what I did there? I turned

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Bang! Pop! Wooooooooo! Phish! If you didn't guess those are the sounds of fireworks going off to herald in the New Year. Hope you handled your fireworks safely. Now I've done my bit for public safety awareness, I can sleep tonight knowing that scores of people may have been saved by my aptly timed advice. I think I needed to emphasise the "may" in that sentence there. Moving on. So, what has

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On the fifth December 2008 I set myself some targets. Some unlikely targets, yes, but, some targets all the same. Some, inevitably, I failed at (story of my life). But some were achieved rather successfully. I managed to prostitute myself online reasonably well, using twitter and facebook as a suitable medium. Whoa, you think, I thought this was a family-friendly, happy-go-lucky type of blog.

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Today I have put up my (almost) carbon neutral Christmas Tree. How come it's carbon neutral? you might ask. Well, I reply, it only travelled the distance of a few metres to my house. It was a baby tree that we bought about ten years ago, and now it's one big Christmas tree. It may not be the most perfectly formed tree ever, it may be a bit crooked. But I love it. It's also better for the

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I sometimes like to imagine I can have conversations with my blog. I'm a bit strange like that. If it stops us being friends, then I'm sorry. If my blog could speak I think the conversation would go like this: Blog: All by myse-e-elf. Don't wanna be, all by myseeeeeelf, anymoooooore. Me: Hello, blog. Blog: Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Me: Someone's in a mood. Blog: Really, I wonder why that

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I've decided to restart my NaNoWriMo story. It's gutting in terms of wordcount but in terms of where I can go with it, it has more potential. My first story was just a run-of-the-mill, set in modern time novel. The new one is fantasy. Although a part of me feels like I'm selling out, fantasy has a lot more flexibility as you can write by your on rules. And let's face it, it's probably never going

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It is currently 2:30 in the morning. I awoke at 1 am and have typed furiously, well quite quickly, for the last one and a half hours. I have reached 1696 words of my 50000 word target. That is thirty words over the daily target. However, that doesn't mean I shall rest on my laurels. I am going to try and cushion myself for the busy week ahead. It has to be said, though, it is pure drivel. It is

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Today I went on a search for piggies, armed with my camera. So I walked deep into the dark, terrible woods in order to find the odd Tamworth or old spot. I got to Bartley Water, a river that runs to Eling. If that means anything to you, hurrah. If not, Wikipedia it. I got to the river, and low and behold there was a pig. However, it was on the other side. So I ran to the riverbank, found a place

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Autumn is here and it's time like these when I really fall in love with the New Forest. It's not just because the leaves have turned golden and orange. During autumn you really appreciate that the New Forest is indeed an ancient woodland. The air is filled with the smell of wood smoke, the forest becomes misty, the ground is littered with mushrooms and the pigs are turned out for pannage.Pannage,

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I'm afraid. Very afraid. I'm a NaNoWriMo participant this year. What's nanowima? you ask. No, Na-No-Wri-Mo. Get it right. It stands for National Novel Writing Month. Well, it's more international novel writing month, but misnomers make the world go round. The idea is to write 50,000 words in one month. Yes, that's a lot. That's like 1,700 a day. That's like 1.16 words a minute. Or one word every

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-41829348222938611852009-10-18T20:52:00.000+01:002009-10-26T22:44:28.481Z

Today someone handed me their child. It was a small child, also refered to, so I'm led to believe, as a baby. What went through my mind was, "Okay, I can do this, it'll only be for a minute or so." Ten minutes these reckless parents intrusted their child's life to my hands. Ten minutes. My thoughts quickly progressed to, "babies die. Babies die at the hands of incompetent people. I am an

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-59771042283995531422009-10-14T13:04:00.000+01:002009-10-26T22:44:43.109Z

For those that don't know, or do but want more information, I have a new job. "What?" you cry, "Were you so abysmal as a youth worker that after three months they fired you?" No, people. It'd be nice if you thought better of me, but there we go. For those who didn't even know that I was a youth worker: where have you been? Go to my other blog for more information about that. Well, I now have two

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-86546876676220094992009-10-08T23:17:00.001+01:002009-10-08T23:17:53.323+01:00

Woah, over a month since I wrote anything. I hope that link in the sidebar that takes you to random posts kept you entertained. I don't think September is a month conducive to blogging. I mean, Rachel of dreamingofthecountry took a hiatus too.I've been inspired by Today I Saw, which was a blog of note a few days back. I just love the way she chronicles the beautiful things in life. So I'm going

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-78603611368162613522009-09-01T22:54:00.002+01:002009-09-01T23:09:58.411+01:00

Image by Getty Images via DaylifeI feel like I should be writing something meaningful, but tough luck. I don't know whether I've mentioned it before, but our family (as in my father and me) has an obsession with a game called Yellow Mini. The rules are thus:If you see a yellow car you call "Yellow Car!"If you see a mini you, likewise, call "Mini!"If you see a yellow mini you yell "YELLOW MINI!"

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-87890647915873012102009-08-26T22:20:00.002+01:002009-08-26T22:21:53.053+01:00

No, this isn't about a job. My old housemate Rose went away, and to make blogging about it easier I sent her some questions to answer. Read them, and the answers, here.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-67738439645346718162009-08-26T11:41:00.002+01:002009-08-26T11:49:46.720+01:00

Look on the right, and you may notice something has changed. Seen it yet? You may have to scroll down a little. Yes, there. The box which says 'Go to a random post', with the words 'Take me there' in it? If you're feeling bored or adventurous, click the words 'Take me there'. Be careful, though. You might be taken to the deepest, darkest realms of The Week that Was.I've put in on my other blog,

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-2443311642430068182009-08-24T18:35:00.002+01:002009-08-24T18:45:40.281+01:00

I was on facebook and I looked on my links bar and to my horror I saw this:Yes, that's right. A video about Kevin Jonas had appeared in my links. How wrong. I do not condone the Jonas brothers, not matter how hott they are. Also, I'd like to add, my Firefox Personal was actually a funky robot thing, but somehow got reset to the o-so-girlie swirly butterflyesque 'Groovy Blue'. Please don't judge

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-52250731765849079002009-08-24T12:24:00.003+01:002009-08-26T11:50:17.473+01:00

Carmen Miranda via last.fmSheesh kebab, people. What do I have to do to get you to comment on here? Dance around wearing nothing more than a fruit-festooned head piece and jock-strap singing 'I like you very much' alla Carmen Miranda? I've tried everything. Well, more just self-promotion via facebook. Yes, I am shameless. But not shameless enough to dance the samba concealed by nothing more than

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-89188109566863148112009-08-23T21:17:00.006+01:002009-08-23T22:48:40.664+01:00

So, I went away, I came back and now I'm here. This week felt really odd, it was book-ended by crazy busyness, but in the middle it was a bit dull. So dull in fact, on Friday night the most exciting bit about my dream was Crunch Corner yogurts (Rose cries, 'what's wrong with that?'). But now the moment seems to have passed to write about my visit too Rachael's neck-of-the-woods. However, head

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-65573256585468198362009-08-13T09:15:00.003+01:002009-08-26T11:50:48.870+01:00

I need to tell you something, The Week that Was. You've been a faithful blog. And we've had our ups and downs. It's just that sometimes a man has needs that one blog can't fulfil alone. Yes, I've been writing another blog.I have a second blog. It's about my youth-work experience. The highs, the lows... the lows. I'm quite excited about it.My infidelity doesn't stop at writing a second blog. First

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-5014494155492917012009-07-29T22:59:00.002+01:002009-08-26T11:50:43.799+01:00

As a Christian I try to incorporate my faith into every aspect of my life. I believe that God takes the priority over everything and that if he isn't a part of something in my life then that doesn't reflect that. However, the internet, especially facebook, has always been Image via Wikipediaan issue. However, I have found ways involving my faith and the web, and I've blogged about some of them. A

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-67515175801527303512009-07-23T14:46:00.002+01:002009-08-26T11:51:03.914+01:00

I have left Aberystwyth for good now. This is sad, and scary, and mostly sad. My last week was a joyous one, where I graduated, when on the steam train to Devil's Bridge, barn danced, and solved the case of the curious cadaver (more about that in another post, methinks). It was such a nice-and somewhat bizarre ending-to three years. This will possibly be the last post I write about Aberystwyth.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-80989091240427868992009-07-10T20:53:00.002+01:002009-07-10T21:14:24.809+01:00

Next week I'm graduating, so am returning to the sunny, hot, tropical climes of Aberystwyth. I'm actually nervous. It's weird, because I've never felt nervous about returning to Aberystwyth before. I'm just plagued by visions of having a mortar board two inches too big and a gown a foot too short, or vice versa (?). Someone told me about someone fainting at the top of the stairs, and subsequently

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-18493847127997104492009-07-06T22:57:00.003+01:002009-07-06T23:05:36.658+01:00

I have sort of just initiated myself into the blogging community. I have just commented on someone's blog, and that person is not someone I know. I'm scared. It's not something I do. I never do that. I'm a blogger, but never a part of a blogging community. I stick to who I know, and observe from the outside. I'm a peripheral blogger. I read other people's blog, but I don't tell them. So, I'm a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-20481780782967858042009-07-06T17:30:00.004+01:002009-07-06T18:20:14.937+01:00

I was explaining to a complete stranger about my bizarre phobia. I have a phobia of people touching my wrists, backs of my hands and tops of my feet, but mainly wrists. I explained that the phobia probably arose when I was little and I had pneumonia. Telling him about it brought back loads of slide-show like memories of that episode of my life, and I'm going to tell them to you. I'm also inviting

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-34138098407263761632009-07-03T21:50:00.003+01:002009-07-03T21:58:06.590+01:00

This evening has left me with such an empty feeling. I feel gutted. On Wednesday we got our degree results. I got a 2.1. I was okay with a 2.1 but had really wanted a first. We were just told what result we got, with no mark, nothing.So, being curious, I wanted to see how close to being a First I actually was. I searched my emails for the student handbook, which we got sent to us at the beginning

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-35021081337128933242009-06-22T17:36:00.008+01:002009-06-22T18:29:46.352+01:00

So, for Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday of my Corsica trip. Sorry it's taken so long, I haven't been busy, just lazy.ThursdayThis was another long walk. It was going to be a 'stroll' (like they all are) towards the river. We did that bit, which was relatively easy. We saw a nice Genovese bridge.Then Stephen and I jumped in the ice-cold water as dare. I may not be having children after that.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-87356926683662600062009-06-18T22:37:00.006+01:002009-06-18T23:03:27.520+01:00

Don't you mean The Wicker Man? No, I have no compulsion to view that film let alone write about it. Though, alas, I have done so just there. No, the straw man is an often used rhetorical device which distracts away from an argument. An example could be:Person 1: I think abortion is acceptablePerson 2: Think of all the dying children in Africa and how they don't deserve to die.Okay, perhaps the

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-15579907585192486602009-06-17T09:50:00.003+01:002009-06-17T10:05:06.400+01:00

Image via CrunchBaseThird time lucky, eh? Blogger Buzz suggested what seemed to be a really cool application for Firefox. And from what I've seen, everyone seems to enjoy it and think it's the bee's knees. The application is called Zemanta.If you knew what it does (or meant to do) you'd probably think 'Why had no-one thought of this earlier. This is genius!'. Imagine this scenario, one that I

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-9957097801969604342009-06-16T17:33:00.006+01:002009-06-16T18:38:24.725+01:00

Today I have been tidying my room and sorting my junk out. If you do not throw away at least one bin liner of rubbish, you haven't done it properly. As a break I have decided to update my blog. So here is the eagerly awaited (by three people) second instalment of the Curse of Corsica trilogy.TuesdayTuesday was one of two exceptionally long walks. There is an area of Corsica that is preserved, and

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-22362836338167811482009-06-15T20:01:00.004+01:002009-06-15T20:42:35.495+01:00

Yesterday I came back from a family holiday in Corsica. There were seven of us in total, as we were accompanied by the Elderkin family (consisting of two parents, Kath and John, and one of their daughters, Sarah). It was the second time I have been there, and, by my estimations, we managed to offend a local gypsy woman who cursed all our trips there. This was not to say that it wasn't an

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-68574469545171007002009-06-04T22:27:00.003+01:002009-06-04T22:41:11.661+01:00

Today I voted in the European election and also for my local election. I've now voted a grand total of two times, and put crosses (at least I hope I did) on four ballot papers. I'm a big boy. I hope that Gordon Brown calls a general election soon, so I can say I've done one of those too. It was a bit twee, because our whole family went down and voted together. I'm not going to disclose who I

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-56903666670853403552009-05-31T14:57:00.002+01:002009-05-31T15:07:25.623+01:00

I have cooked two batches of scones, both using a different recipe. I by far prefer the James Martin one on BBC Food to the Delia Smith one. I think it is a ploy to diminish the esteem of the nations amateur chefs, by giving them rubbish recipes. Then Delia (who I keep referring to as Delai, which is French for delay or extension, or something like that) will forever remain on her domestic

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-8685407053225646072009-05-27T21:45:00.004+01:002009-05-27T22:10:58.818+01:00

I sometimes comment on my World Issues, and a few posts back I expressed a desire to make a blog dedicated to that. I'm getting on it. In the meantime I will tell you about two companies, who I have decided to boycott. Now it isn't easy, but I try my best.NestleWhy: It's the old Baby Formula story. Nestle promoted their baby-milk products over breast feeding in impoverished countries, resulting

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-46690386778628501982009-05-26T13:07:00.003+01:002009-05-26T13:14:45.062+01:00

This morning I woke up at about 7.30, and decided I would lie in bed for about another half an hour. That half an hour turned in to about two a half hours of waking sleep. It is these kinds of sleeps in whcih I remember my dreams, and my dreams have a tendancy of being very weird.One of them involved riding on the back of a giant, but I don't remember that one too well. The strangest one was,

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-16911482067686873672009-05-25T14:40:00.002+01:002009-05-25T14:44:12.469+01:00

Yesterday was quite cool. I spent much of it outside, mowing the lawn and helping clean up after my father. He decided that he would chop down a tree and realised that tidying up afterwards would be a larger task than he predicted. Admittedly, he did cook dinner, so I'll let him off.I really want to start a new blog, which focuses on Global issues etc. However, I have yet to think of a name, and

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-68827063639850780882009-05-22T12:57:00.004+01:002009-05-22T13:25:33.867+01:00

I'm not well. I'm not going to gross you out with details but the symptoms resemble cholera. Just too think, go to Paris for a few days and come back with cholera.I enjoyed Paris though. I just thought I'd mention apocalyptic visions. In the same square where the parrot incident occurred there were paintings of the Paris skyline in red, to resemble a sunset. However, they more resembled a burning

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-15062483819703652542009-05-21T15:00:00.002+01:002009-05-21T15:09:48.301+01:00

I am so bored. I have played numerous games on Neopets, played on molehill empire and watched youtube videos. Really, I should be sorting my room. However, I have a random website for you.WordLabThis is quite a fun website for those who are thing of naming something (i.e. a band, a website or even a drug). The best bit is their naming tools. You can just come up with random things. So here is a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-91087260940959666982009-05-19T08:49:00.002+01:002009-05-19T08:59:16.169+01:00

I am currently in Paris. I'm not going to try and write everything I've done here, because last time I failed. Well, my brother thwarted me (click here to read). This is just one funny incident.My mum, brother and I were sitting in a cafe in Monmatre, watching the world go by. We ordered kirs and we got kirs. Huge kirs, a whole wine goblet of kir. So we got slightly tipsy as our family are

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-72125377088753139182009-05-16T18:00:00.001+01:002009-05-16T18:03:36.630+01:00

There was a job advertised in the local newspaper to work with children with disabilities. When my dad read the ad he said, 'When have you worked with kids with disabilities? You haven't got the experience. Stephen's got the experience. When have you had the experience?'Umm. Every week for the last year nearly, if not two years or more.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-77433665615491596962009-05-16T13:34:00.003+01:002009-05-16T13:44:36.168+01:00

Yesterday, after months of me writing about how I am leaving soon, I finally left Aberystwyth. Well, I will return for Graduation and visit, but it wont be my home anymore. I left at 1.30 and gave the people the opportunity to wave me off by arranging a lunch at Wetherspoons. I expected 3 people to turn up, Rose, Rachael and Joel. However, there were about 20. Most of them just wanted to make

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-14716640814224769922009-05-15T07:47:00.001+01:002009-05-15T07:49:36.360+01:00

Steve (from yesterday's post) also gave me a list of sites. One of them was cartoonchurch.com. He has a site which give you free pictures for blogs. This is one of them.Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-4933214426491284982009-05-15T07:35:00.003+01:002009-05-15T07:46:39.426+01:00

Today I'm actually leaving university. I'm packing at this moment because, as usual, I've left it to the last minute. I don't think I've got the job in Oxford as they haven't got back to me yet. That's a little disappointing.I had a lot of things to write about, but probably won't get a chance. Well, I'll do a quick summary. Tuesday, I had people over for a meal, which was really good fun, and

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-13383329669665680092009-05-12T10:01:00.002+01:002009-05-16T13:43:14.371+01:00

It feels like I have been waiting forever to find out about this job. It is too scary. I want to know now. Like NOW. Maybe if I check my emails for the nth time...mind you they'll probably phone.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-26473253938228854882009-05-11T17:06:00.003+01:002009-05-16T13:43:41.187+01:00

Yes, I know that's a word I've just made up. Anyway, I've finished my degree. No more essays, not more exams, no more Reading Theory. It is all done. Also, I've pretty much packed everything in my room, and it's all been carted off back home. It's quite depressing looking around and there being nothing. All my posters and postcards I had on my wall are gone. All my books are gone. It's so sad.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-63587525659256040212009-05-09T11:01:00.003+01:002009-05-09T11:23:08.192+01:00

The May Ball was last night and it was AWESOME. The Zutons were really cool, and I enjoyed dancing like a loser. At the moment I am 1/10 of the way through packing my room and my parents come at 1 (that's two hours, people). The house is a mess. My room is a mess. Life is a mess. Thank God for Jesus, is all I can say to that.Speaking of Jesus, I'm getting really anxious about my job situation.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-83027112433324480492009-05-08T08:52:00.005+01:002009-05-08T09:12:11.056+01:00

Okay, I haven't added a random website recently. Also, I have been neglecting my using-the-internet-to-save-the-world duties. So here is a post that will kill two birds with one stone.Random WebsiteA mention needs to go to randomwebsite.com. Basically, this website redirects you to a random one. You click on the link and you find yourself in a new and fascinating (well, um, new) part of the web.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-22568291686472062942009-05-08T08:40:00.002+01:002009-05-09T11:29:31.686+01:00

It is only about 9 hours until the May Ball. I have 500-800 words to go until I've finished my degree. I day until my parents arrive. I have about 3-5 days until I find out about the Oxford job. A week until my last ever first-aid duty.In the meantime I have to iron my shirt for tonight, pack up my stuff for when my parents come, tidy the house and the garden, sleep a bit, meet up with various

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-84398442427615994352009-05-07T13:55:00.003+01:002009-05-09T11:26:46.362+01:00

I have about one thousand words left until the end of my degree. That is quite scary. Also, I'm leaving quite early compared to all the other third years. I announced that I am leaving for home next week on facebook, and got the following reaction:I'm quite touched at the outrage and the threats of kidnap (what is more moving than someone wanting to kidnap you?). I'd like to add that Kaylee likes

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-37491907501891284562009-05-02T20:39:00.002+01:002009-05-09T11:29:31.686+01:00

I'm getting scared now. Well, sort of. I'm going to pray about it and read the Bible. God is always faithful and always does things for our best, even if it doesn't feel like it at the time. So I'm totally relying on him for tomorrow.I had sushi for dinner. Nothing fancy, but £4 from Tesco Express. It was a crazy buy for someone who doesn't like fish. Or didn't. I quite liked it, but it was a bit

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-24278888616746831182009-05-02T18:29:00.004+01:002009-05-09T11:29:31.686+01:00

I am currently writing this from Oxford. I'm disappointed that I forgot my camera, but I'll probably use my phone. Then I'll have to get around connecting it to my laptop. I have seriously neglected the prettiful picture side of things with this blog lately.I'm not at all nervous about my interview at the moment, but I soon will be. I'm going to got out, get some dinner and look like I've been

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-53071417839530611222009-05-01T15:53:00.003+01:002009-05-09T11:29:09.999+01:00

I have to:Finish my presentationFind out my train/bus timesCall my B&B to tell them what time I'll be arriving tomorrowAquaint myself with St Andrew's Church child protection policy.By girly magazinesSort out my rentFind somewhere where heat-stroke isn't a distinct possibilityGet off the internet.I'm in the university computer rooms by my Church at the moment and nearly dying. It is obscenely hot

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-81899168526377066542009-05-01T12:27:00.002+01:002009-05-09T11:29:31.687+01:00

This Sunday I have an interview. Scary stuff. Very scary stuff. It is a 9-9 interview day, basically, and I have to do a presentation on 'Is the Bible relevant today? How and why should we read the Bible? 2 Timothy 15-17'. So I should be preparing that. But instead I am writing this. Blame my brother.I have two random sites, well one is less random than the other.Random site #1I have recently

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-25566703985073477912009-04-24T10:06:00.003+01:002009-05-09T11:26:46.362+01:00

I have joyous news. One of my best friends is no longer single. Well, the couple, Becca and Lee, were pretty much a couple beforehand by they have just formalised it. I was like a puppy yesterday after they told me, I actually screamed at Becca. They're such nice people and I'm really happy. Awww, ain't that the sweetest thing you heard in a long time.My dissertation, to bring the tone down, is

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-43475711170525724842009-04-23T10:16:00.003+01:002009-04-23T10:42:33.702+01:00

Yes another bin day rant. This time at my own stupidity.At 10:05 (ish) I panicked realising that there was a huge pile of full bin bags by the back door that needed going out so I rushed out in bear feet, getting garbage juice all over them and flung them out (well, actually placed them outside) the garden gate. Smug with my ability to be organised and actually remember, a) what day of the week

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-85917525245123347632009-04-23T00:04:00.006+01:002009-04-23T01:01:46.904+01:00

I have a weird craving for pasta carbonara at the moment. Moral of the story, don't look through recipe books at midnight. My random site seemed to be appreciated by at least one person so here is another one.Random SiteI am the type of person that is always on the look out for new friends, and I like to think I accept them from all backgrounds and in all shapes and sizes. I am the type of guy

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-33012472997317452372009-04-20T22:47:00.002+01:002009-04-20T22:53:49.310+01:00

I need to admit something. Something serious. I have an addiction to the internet. Okay, it's not all that bad. I can go days without using it, but it is usually as a result of boredom. However, utilising my addiction, I have decided on yet another web based feature. The Random Site, feature. It will be like the guest publication on Have I Got News For You, but more interactive.Random SiteIan's

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-57455603251105043872009-04-20T15:24:00.000+01:002009-04-20T15:25:12.670+01:00

I can't do mobile updates, I don't think. I don't live in USA. Come on Vodafone, do a deal with Google, like you did with Twitter.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-3242741248798371462009-04-20T14:44:00.004+01:002009-04-20T14:51:51.893+01:00

After updating the layout of my page, 2 others have done so already. However, you could argue Rachel updated hers first, but I have been improving my blog for a while. So I am officially a trend setter.I have been investing a lot of time (usually at the dead of night) into improving my blog. This has included adding tags and such. At the moment I'm setting up mobile blogging. That means I can

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888417741651146399.post-24303414952164105312009-04-19T18:13:00.005+01:002009-04-19T19:34:51.200+01:00

I've been a bit rubbish on my usingtheinternettosavetheworld stuff. So far I've done Avaaz, and egg a politician, but this is the big whammy. Going in for the kill, you might say. It is...wait for it...wait...facebook. Were you really disappointed? Did you think I was going to let you into a huge secret? Like the masonic order of charity websites? Enough with the questions.Facebook is a good way

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Here are some things you should know. I'm back in Aberystwyth. I have changed my layout yet again. I'm up way too late. I'm listening to Wizard Rock (music based around Harry Potter). I am a loser.My train journey back to Aberystwyth wasn't too bad really. I was, for the first part to Birmingham New Street, accompanied by Rachael. For the second leg I sat with a friend from church, Claire. So I

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Rachael, my girlfriend, is staying over at the moment, and I'll probably write more about the visit at a later date. However, I can't neglect my blog for too long, especially as I wrote about no-one updating in my last post.I've found a cool new site, btemplates.com, that has allowed me to make my blogger blog as exciting and cool as a wordpress one. So I'm playing around with them at the moment.

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I do occasionally have a look at the blogs of note. First, because a part of me wants to be involved in this community of bloggers. Second, because I get bored when my blog roll doesn't update. Well, to be precise, the bloggers don't update. Even if the last blog was only updated yesterday, it still feels like years since I've had someone else's life to read about. Yes, I need to get out more.

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