Three Beasts in an Apple Store

Hi reader!

This week has been heaps of fun, no doubt about that! Aside from the maths re-take (whole class had to do it, not just me. Plus, made a perfect excuse to treat myself to some tickets!) and boring essays (standard A-level life), I have been busy this week having fun and being the teenager I want to be!

It is common knowledge among those that know me that I am a bit of a sucker for soppy films, and with my dad away, myself and my mum were busy watching Hugh Grant doing what Hugh Grant does best most nights until my dad returned (not that he doesn't enjoy a romcom-just we watched them all by his return). It's become a bit of a January tradition for me: stock up on romcoms (this month's total so far is 8 and I still have at least one more I want to buy), watch them all and then talk about them for the rest of the year until January comes around again and the whole process starts over. There is nothing better than sitting in front of the telly with a hot water bottle, a cup of tea and a girly film... or so I thought...

I had been looking forward to 10pm Thursday 23rd January for a long time (well, around two weeks) and, as it drew nearer, I knew I had to up my attention towards the three members of The Midnight Beast, ready just in case they should give any hints or information away about the second series of their musical comedy sitcom. Lucky I did so, or I would not be able to say (well, type) what I am about to. 

Wednesday, 22nd January 2013. The time was 7:00pm. Apple Store, Regent Street. I had finished what had been a pretty normal day at college and was sat, excited, in a (very comfy, if I do say so myself) chair, waiting for a q and a session to being. Who was being q'd and providing the a's I hear you ask? None other than The Midnight Beast themselves!

I understand that they aren't exactly everyone's cup of tea (or coffee, if that's what floats your boat), but, to me, being able to say that I saw the very first live performance of 'The Main One', met two of them (Stefan and Dru, if you're interested!) and have my English Child Language Acquisition workbook signed by those two is a little bit of a big deal.

I hope that this upcoming week will live up to the high standards set by the last one. Even if it doesn't quite meet the mark, I guess I can always re-watch the first marvellous episode (I have seen it 2 1/2 times so far-I had work in the morning!). And, if I do, somehow, get sick of that one, there's only 5 days until episode 2!

That's it for this week, ta for reading!

I could talk about mock week...

Hello reader!
Last summer, one evening at around 11pm, I was reading twitter when I noticed a particular tweet. I cannot remember exactly what it said, apart from that it gave details of a treasure hunt in London hosted by a member of my favourite band. One thing was for sure-I was going! I immediately let my friend know, and at 11am the next day, we stationed ourselves at Oxford Circus, where I knew you could get to pretty much anywhere within half an hour (the amount of time that was allocated for each location in the hunt). 3 hours later, we were still milling around Oxford Circus, waiting and waiting, with the occasional suggestion from my friend saying 'should we move on?' This is probably when I should say, I am quite a trusting person. Maybe in fact too trusting. I was adamant, we would stay in that spot for as long as it would take, that there was no way this band member was going to let me down, and sure enough it paid off. At around half 2, the first location was revealed. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to anyone I may have inadvertently stood on/whacked with my bag while running to the tube and from the station all the way to Hyde Park. There, we received our treasure (check out the picture!) and acted relatively normal until it was time for them to move on and I began to freak out.

Today, I saw my very first Shakespeare play. Henry V, with Jude Law. Just going to throw it out there, it was AMAZING!!! If you get a chance-GO! The only criticism I do have is that the narrator was dressed in modern day clothes and had some random backpack on, stayed on stage reading some sort of book during the interval, and then went on to interact with all these really-olden-day dudes. On the plus side, this made a great conversation in the group, as we all wondered 'what is up with that guy?'

However, this trip was not without its difficulties. Out of 6 people saying they would go, only 3 of us kept to this, leaving me with 3 ownerless tickets to get rid of. Luckily, the box office managed to sell on two of my tickets and one was taken by someone who saw my tweet about a spare ticket going. It all worked out in the end, I guess! And I'm sure that, when I look back at this trip I will probably not remember it for all the hiccups in the planning stages, but for the fact that I saw Jude Law dressed up in a Shakespearean soldier costume! And the interesting narrator.

I guess this has left me with two conflicting morals for these stories. Trust people? Don't trust people? I guess that's each individual's choice. All I know is, in both cases, it all worked out in the end. And both were so much fun!

Over and out! (PS: It was mock week, but exams are dull.)

This could be interesting...

Hello reader of this blog! I'm not too sure how this will turn out, or if it will be interesting at all, but I shall try to make it at least bearable...

This is a picture of my glasses (or as I call them, goggles), some bunny ears, and half of my face. Taken on Easter Sunday 2013, I used it on twitter for a stupid amount of time, until I came across 'Unicorn Road' on a trip to Portsmouth and I knew that Unicorns had to take priority over bunnies, especially when one is wearing a bowler hat in the photo next to the road sign (I will try not to write like that again).

Mainly, this blog (from now on, after this first, introductory post) will contain anecdotes about what I got up to in the week and updated at the weekend (that could be lies-it depends mainly on if I can be bothered). You are probably wondering what could be so interesting about an 18 year old 6th form student's life that mainly revolves around school work and a saturday morning job, and kind of plods along in a similar fashion to a drive on a motorway in the middle of nowhere. Or you're thinking there will be tales of nights out and parties that will bring older readers (if any of them should stumble in to this corner of the internet) back to their youth. The truth is, I guess I don't fit in to either of those. Expect tales of cake, theatre shows, possibly the occasional celebrity encounter and my not-so-normal life as I know it.

1st blog over. Will try to use less brackets next time. Ta for reading!