Warning: Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous

Well, here I am... back in Derby after a very relaxing and familycentric (yay) break. I've been meaning to blog several things, but with me having very limited internet access at home, I haven't bothered. Plus, it's been nice just to be away from it all. I aim to get a lot of things done tomorrow. Whenever I've said that on here, things haven't turned out.

Let me say that I've gotten rid of my beard after a record breaking run: 3 months I think. I'm left with sideburns now, and fuck have I put on weight! I thought I might look cool, but I have a shitload of work to do to get fit.

As for revision... today was a recovery day. From what, I don't know.

Amsterdamned!

Well, I am in Amsterdam again. I am having trouble finding any decent falafel. One thing I don't seem to be short of is absolute arsewipes. I don't love being in this city at all, there is just something that doesn't sit right with me. Especially since the peace and quiet of Arnhem.

I am moving into uni in 8 days. Fuck, things have moved on! Maybe I will write a proper blog soon.

I have been free of the buses for over 2 months now and my legs are finally starting to regain strength. I feel my brain is firing back up again. God I hated that shithole.

Here's to a new era!

What A Strange Turn Of Events

So Saturday was the annual trip to the Feathers for bus drivers. It was actually okay, in that I left early to prevent boredom to fully set in. Plus having Nat there always helps. It was the same routine as always; meet up at the hop pole, partake in some really shitty karaoke, then head to the feathers for all fucking night, and at some point I get asked if I'm gay.

On this occasion it was someone who I have actually decided to remove the name of. It's actually starting to get really boring now. Clearly, as I frequently make homoerotic comments and get quite touchy feely with my friends that makes me gay. Because everyone knows that you openly pursue whatever gender of lover takes your fancy by constantly touching their arse and suggesting you perform oral sex on them for a packet of crisps.

Not only is that quite pathetic, it doesn't matter what I say, the enquirer always hears "yes, I'm gay". No matter how I answered her metaphorical questions, all this person could say was "you can tell me, you know that" or "I'll still love you anyway".

Another notch to the "people I have lost a little bit of respect for" belt.