So I must apologise. Big time. It's been over a month since I posted on here last. But then a lot has happened, let me guide you though...
Well, I got my A-level results on the 19th of August. It was pretty exciting because I got all As, which I really wasn't expecting, especially after a year's worth of bad results in History. So I was pretty chuffed. Got confirmed for York in the afternoon and sorted my accommodation there and then. I got into the college I wanted to go to and I will now be in House Z of St Lawrence Court for a year, with Leah over the road in House N. Good times.
The week after that was my birthday, and Leah came down. We went to Chester for the day (not the zoo, the city) and hung out with her sister, Martha, her boyfriend, Jason, and their Swiss friend, who's name escapes me. We got back in time for a birthday barbecue which we had inside because it rained. Still tasted good though. I got some pretty sweet stuff for my birthday including a toastie machine (essential for any enjoyable university experience), some Beatles CDs and a bottle of mead from Leah. On Wednesday, CCC had our penultimate gig at the Bakers Vaults before we all go to uni. Can't say it was my favourite gig, but good all the same. Leah went back the next day and then me, Dad and the two youngest siblings went down south to Guildford to visit the rellies in that area of the country. A short stay, but good fun with a barbecue and a nice carvery at a local pub.
After this however, came the highlight of the post-summer holiday - Dublin! Marc and I headed off the to Manchester airport early Friday morning for a (slightly wet) long weekend of record shops, U2, aching feet, posh hotels, amazing breakfasts, Bono, museums, not going to riots, Temple Bar, Irish music and, most of all - GUINNESS (because GUINNESS can never be spelled 'Guinness' only GUINNESS). Good times all round, although I was thoroughly worn out by the end. One too many late nights and a LOT of walking.
The Saturday after we got back, CCC played our final gig at the Witchwood. Probably the last for quite a while. It was a good night, except for being messed around by rubbish support acts, but that seems to be a staple part of playing gigs these days. Managed to fix the hi-hat before breaking the kick pedal (fixed it again though). My new BlackBerry arrived that day too, meaning I have now succumbed to the lyrics of my own song.
The week after this I had a week of work experience in Chester with a local newspaper which was mind-numbingly boring on the unbelievable scale. It mostly involved me sitting at an office chair for a long length of time waiting to be passed press releases to re-write into briefs. I got to go to court, which was cool, until we had to sit through a paedolphile being sentenced, which was not cool. All in all, I was glad to finish the week. I think being a real journalist would be good, but being a journalist's unwanted lacky is not something worth striving for.
Since then I've basically been sitting around at home reading, and trying to find other things to do until I go to York on the 9th of October. Why they have to start term
so late is beyond me. I just want to go now. I'm hopefully going to be catching up with some people this week and next though, so the weeks shouldn't be in vain hopefully.
Anyway, that's been my life in the past month or so. I hope you enjoyed this, if you didn't, I suggest to browse some other corner of the Internet.
Peace out.
