It seems he has been doing something right, take a look at the article on blogfish.
Let's hope he goes out on a higher note than we've been expecting by continuing to introduce eco-friendly legislation.
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Thoroughly and Pleasantly Surprised
A post without the "Today..." title this month! It's a miracle!
Anyway.
Earlier I was being my usual self and Facebook-stalking classmates to build up my little network of "Oh God have you done the work I haven't what did you do for yours oh God" go-to-guys (ahem, I do have friends for other reasons besides this, you know, honest) - I successfully found one classmate whose surname I didn't know by searching for "Steve Glamorgan 2011" (I am aware of how horribly long this could have taken me but luckily for me he was relatively near the top of the results).
When I searched for another classmate, I found that he a) did not have a personal Facebook profile and that he b) had a fan page. Out of curiosity (alright, nosiness) I visited the MySpace and the band's site and listened to the tracks on there. They were GOOD. Not even "amateur band that could make it" good, but genuine recording studio stuff. I was impressed.
So, go give him some love when you get a moment, listen to his music (I'm pretty sure you'll like it), maybe become a fan if you have a Facebook profile.
I, meanwhile, am going in search of an MP3 of "Love You Love" on iTunes.
MySpace
Facebook
Site
Anyway.
Earlier I was being my usual self and Facebook-stalking classmates to build up my little network of "Oh God have you done the work I haven't what did you do for yours oh God" go-to-guys (ahem, I do have friends for other reasons besides this, you know, honest) - I successfully found one classmate whose surname I didn't know by searching for "Steve Glamorgan 2011" (I am aware of how horribly long this could have taken me but luckily for me he was relatively near the top of the results).
When I searched for another classmate, I found that he a) did not have a personal Facebook profile and that he b) had a fan page. Out of curiosity (alright, nosiness) I visited the MySpace and the band's site and listened to the tracks on there. They were GOOD. Not even "amateur band that could make it" good, but genuine recording studio stuff. I was impressed.
So, go give him some love when you get a moment, listen to his music (I'm pretty sure you'll like it), maybe become a fan if you have a Facebook profile.
I, meanwhile, am going in search of an MP3 of "Love You Love" on iTunes.
MySpace
Site
Today...
As of today I have finished and handed in all of the work due this term. To say that I'm pleased would be a massive understatement so I shall instead say this:
BOOYAH.
BOOYAH.
Friday, 5 December 2008
Today...
Today I am a seething ball of rage.
I have not yelled at anyone yet.
I consider this a triumph of self-control.
Instead I have been producing comics at 100 miles an hour.
Penguins!
I have not yelled at anyone yet.
I consider this a triumph of self-control.
Instead I have been producing comics at 100 miles an hour.
Penguins!
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Emails...
Tips for people on the Internet who seem to have forgotten that the person at the other end is a sentient being:
When you send a person an email, they can save it. Therefore, if you send stupid, perhaps threatening emails, they will have proof that you sent them. And can send them to other people. Including, if necessary, university staff or even the Police.
It really doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out.
Good lord.
When you send a person an email, they can save it. Therefore, if you send stupid, perhaps threatening emails, they will have proof that you sent them. And can send them to other people. Including, if necessary, university staff or even the Police.
It really doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out.
Good lord.
Christmas Presents!
Here are (most of) the presents I've bought for my family this year:
I've done my best to re-use and recycle this year - on everything except the ribbon and the bows I've succeeded (had to buy the bows, HAD to, I love bows!).
I've used the sleeves for giftboxes and even the giftboxes themselves as wrapping (though never mark giftboxes as people like to keep them to keep their jewellery safe and nicely presented), and I've painted designs (PENGUINS! ...and fish :D) on newspaper instead of buying wrapping paper.
No, it doesn't look as professional, granted, but it looks as if some thought and effort has gone into it, at least that's what I think.
Now here is where I get preachy so you'll have to excuse me.
Please try to be environmentally and ethically friendly this Christmas:
Don't buy cheap and nasty plastic decorations that you'll throw away when you could buy some nicer looking, re-useable ones for just a little more money (and of course you'd save money in the end from not having to re-buy them every year).
Think about how much unnecessary packaging you're using and try not to just chuck it all out once everything is unwrapped on Christmas Day - it could be used to light the fire, or all that plastic could be recycled (I know that not all plastic can be recycled, but maybe you need to think about that, too).
Best-case scenario, try to avoid buying things when you can see they have a lot of unnecessary waste packaging. I know it's not always easy but there are a few products where you'll be in a position to choose.
Try to buy Fair Trade. There are a number of online shops that sell only Fair Trade stock and there are more still charity shops and other stores that have a Fair Trade section. Try to think about the unpleasant working conditions some of our consumer goods are made in and support employers who do the right thing by their workers.
Paint or print (potato prints are fun for kids to do) your own designs onto parcel paper or re-used newspaper (though check the stories on the page to make sure they aren't too depressing!) rather than buying glossy wrapping paper - it's overpriced for what it is, it tears horrifically easily, and do Clintons' really need any more money than they already manage to scam out of people with cards and toys? I don't think so. The Financial Times is a great colour to use and looks good with some smart ribbon. You could also use the Funny Pages for wrapping childrens' presents.
Anyway, that's me done. You don't have to take it in but I hope that someone has. If we don't make an effort to change things, no one else is going to, after all.
I've done my best to re-use and recycle this year - on everything except the ribbon and the bows I've succeeded (had to buy the bows, HAD to, I love bows!).I've used the sleeves for giftboxes and even the giftboxes themselves as wrapping (though never mark giftboxes as people like to keep them to keep their jewellery safe and nicely presented), and I've painted designs (PENGUINS! ...and fish :D) on newspaper instead of buying wrapping paper.
No, it doesn't look as professional, granted, but it looks as if some thought and effort has gone into it, at least that's what I think.
Now here is where I get preachy so you'll have to excuse me.
Please try to be environmentally and ethically friendly this Christmas:
Don't buy cheap and nasty plastic decorations that you'll throw away when you could buy some nicer looking, re-useable ones for just a little more money (and of course you'd save money in the end from not having to re-buy them every year).
Think about how much unnecessary packaging you're using and try not to just chuck it all out once everything is unwrapped on Christmas Day - it could be used to light the fire, or all that plastic could be recycled (I know that not all plastic can be recycled, but maybe you need to think about that, too).
Best-case scenario, try to avoid buying things when you can see they have a lot of unnecessary waste packaging. I know it's not always easy but there are a few products where you'll be in a position to choose.
Try to buy Fair Trade. There are a number of online shops that sell only Fair Trade stock and there are more still charity shops and other stores that have a Fair Trade section. Try to think about the unpleasant working conditions some of our consumer goods are made in and support employers who do the right thing by their workers.
Paint or print (potato prints are fun for kids to do) your own designs onto parcel paper or re-used newspaper (though check the stories on the page to make sure they aren't too depressing!) rather than buying glossy wrapping paper - it's overpriced for what it is, it tears horrifically easily, and do Clintons' really need any more money than they already manage to scam out of people with cards and toys? I don't think so. The Financial Times is a great colour to use and looks good with some smart ribbon. You could also use the Funny Pages for wrapping childrens' presents.
Anyway, that's me done. You don't have to take it in but I hope that someone has. If we don't make an effort to change things, no one else is going to, after all.
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Ill again
A combination of a something caught from my family (oh the irony) and exposure to bitter cold this week has kept me in bed feeling achy and sniffly this morning - but no longer! I've forced myself out of bed to do some work. I aim to get at least my IT essay drafted today.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Dreamland: The Obama Mushroom Excursion
Last night I had easily one of the most bizarre dreams I have ever had.
It began normally enough: I walked down the stairs of my old house (a pretty standard setting for my dreams) and into the drawing room, and sitting in an armchair was Barack Obama, reading the paper.
You know how in dreams, vastly inaccurate things can happen, but you just accept it? I just accepted that Barack Obama was now my Dad. I gave him the cup of tea that was suddenly in my hand, not questioning how it got there because of course when you're dreaming you don't pause to consider the logistics of random tea apparitions.
Then we went out the glass door onto the patio up the steep hill of our lawn (this is how I know the dream took place at Pinswell, because the garden was so distinctive). It was sort of foggy - not in the sense that the weather was meant to be foggy, but in the way that your scope of vision in dreams is limited to what your brain wants you to see until it's ready to reveal it.
I could make out the shape of what looked like a deer at first, in fact I could see antlers, but suddenly it was a wolf, and I began to notice more and more creeping up the hillside behind the crumbling drystone wall. Then Obama-Dad sort of glared at them and they slinked off back into the mist.
Then we were picking mushrooms, brushing away the snow to find them, and I was explaining why you should avoid Fly Agaric to the President-elect of the United States of America as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
That was when I woke up, utterly bemused and wondering if this somehow reflects my optimism about the Obama Administration.
It began normally enough: I walked down the stairs of my old house (a pretty standard setting for my dreams) and into the drawing room, and sitting in an armchair was Barack Obama, reading the paper.
You know how in dreams, vastly inaccurate things can happen, but you just accept it? I just accepted that Barack Obama was now my Dad. I gave him the cup of tea that was suddenly in my hand, not questioning how it got there because of course when you're dreaming you don't pause to consider the logistics of random tea apparitions.
Then we went out the glass door onto the patio up the steep hill of our lawn (this is how I know the dream took place at Pinswell, because the garden was so distinctive). It was sort of foggy - not in the sense that the weather was meant to be foggy, but in the way that your scope of vision in dreams is limited to what your brain wants you to see until it's ready to reveal it.
I could make out the shape of what looked like a deer at first, in fact I could see antlers, but suddenly it was a wolf, and I began to notice more and more creeping up the hillside behind the crumbling drystone wall. Then Obama-Dad sort of glared at them and they slinked off back into the mist.
Then we were picking mushrooms, brushing away the snow to find them, and I was explaining why you should avoid Fly Agaric to the President-elect of the United States of America as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
That was when I woke up, utterly bemused and wondering if this somehow reflects my optimism about the Obama Administration.
Things I Am Irrationally Afraid Of: Rail Travel
Easily the method of transport I despise most from experience. More than anything it's my total inability to plan ahead reliably where trains are concerned.
You need to be somewhere we said you'd be when we said you'd be there? Too bad, there are leaves on the line, you're going to be an hour late and miss your connection.
Reserved a seat so you wouldn't have to stand up while you wait for someone to get off, then race someone else to the single free seat available only to fall over a concealed travel bag sticking out in the aisle? Too bad, there's going to be a big, burly, aggressive bloke (or maybe it's a woman, it's difficult to tell through the piercings) in your "reserved seat". S/he didn't even buy a ticket until just before s/he got on the train. S/he sure as hell didn't reserve a seat. But don't bother bringing this up: s/he'll just grunt at you until you go away.
Most of all I hate the sheer rudeness of people on trains. It's not like a long-distance bus, where I can happily sit and read until it's time to get off. No, people will flood the aisle right next to you, an elbow in your ear, yammering at the top of their lungs on a mobile phone. After all, there is no driver to tell them to SHUT UP OR GET OFF.
Also, this is the mode of transport most likely to attract smelly, perverted drunks due to how easy it is to avoid buying a ticket. Ditto chavs, but that's a paranoid rant for another evening.
Robert Louis Stephenson would weep.
You need to be somewhere we said you'd be when we said you'd be there? Too bad, there are leaves on the line, you're going to be an hour late and miss your connection.
Reserved a seat so you wouldn't have to stand up while you wait for someone to get off, then race someone else to the single free seat available only to fall over a concealed travel bag sticking out in the aisle? Too bad, there's going to be a big, burly, aggressive bloke (or maybe it's a woman, it's difficult to tell through the piercings) in your "reserved seat". S/he didn't even buy a ticket until just before s/he got on the train. S/he sure as hell didn't reserve a seat. But don't bother bringing this up: s/he'll just grunt at you until you go away.
Most of all I hate the sheer rudeness of people on trains. It's not like a long-distance bus, where I can happily sit and read until it's time to get off. No, people will flood the aisle right next to you, an elbow in your ear, yammering at the top of their lungs on a mobile phone. After all, there is no driver to tell them to SHUT UP OR GET OFF.
Also, this is the mode of transport most likely to attract smelly, perverted drunks due to how easy it is to avoid buying a ticket. Ditto chavs, but that's a paranoid rant for another evening.
Robert Louis Stephenson would weep.
Flowers in the Window
My Coleus is blooming with pretty little blue flowers. I know I'm supposed to pinch off flower spikes to stop it getting "leggy" but I haven't the heart...
Friday, 31 October 2008
Things I Am Irrationally Afraid Of: Hail
Whenever it starts to hail, wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I have to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. I feel the sting of little balls of ice hitting my scalp is just foreshadowing to the giant ball of ice that will one day kill me.
It's happened. People die. Property is damaged. Roofs are SMASHED IN.
See also: giant balls of ice that fall out of the sky in the middle of summer and kill people. If there was ever any question as to whether God is still smiting folks, I'm pretty sure this answers it. Old Testament God is alive and well :S
It's happened. People die. Property is damaged. Roofs are SMASHED IN.
See also: giant balls of ice that fall out of the sky in the middle of summer and kill people. If there was ever any question as to whether God is still smiting folks, I'm pretty sure this answers it. Old Testament God is alive and well :S
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Rail Travel
Tomorrow my rail journey home for the weekend forces me to change at Cardiff Central.
I'm not good with changes. I get lost.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I am terrified I'm going to get lost in a station that only has 7 platforms.
Yes, I know there are 7. How? I Googled it. In vain hopes of finding some kind of photo or floor plan, so that I could plan how to get to the platform in advance.
My train-related psychosis runs deep.
I even know that I should be coming in on Platform 6 and changing to Platform 1. If my ticket does not reflect this I might just have a nervous breakdown.
I.
Hate.
Rail.
Travel.
Oh, and I bet some bastard nicks my RESERVED SEAT before I get to it. And if s/he does I know I'm too much of a pushover to mention it, even if it means I'm stuck sitting between carriages in the door section, like LAST TIME.
He-e-elp :(
I'm not good with changes. I get lost.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I am terrified I'm going to get lost in a station that only has 7 platforms.
Yes, I know there are 7. How? I Googled it. In vain hopes of finding some kind of photo or floor plan, so that I could plan how to get to the platform in advance.
My train-related psychosis runs deep.
I even know that I should be coming in on Platform 6 and changing to Platform 1. If my ticket does not reflect this I might just have a nervous breakdown.
I.
Hate.
Rail.
Travel.
Oh, and I bet some bastard nicks my RESERVED SEAT before I get to it. And if s/he does I know I'm too much of a pushover to mention it, even if it means I'm stuck sitting between carriages in the door section, like LAST TIME.
He-e-elp :(
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Things I Have Learned
...from Beverly Hills Cop films
1. There will be no consequences for leaving your car unlocked - this isn't Detroit
2. It's okay to lie your arse off, as long as you're a policeman
3. It's okay to be a gun-crazed loon, as long as you're a policeman
4. Hotwiring is fo' suckas - just stand outside a hotel and people will assume you're a valet
1. There will be no consequences for leaving your car unlocked - this isn't Detroit
2. It's okay to lie your arse off, as long as you're a policeman
3. It's okay to be a gun-crazed loon, as long as you're a policeman
4. Hotwiring is fo' suckas - just stand outside a hotel and people will assume you're a valet
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Poetry Form 1 - Quick Portraits
I'm not a fan of this poetic style. But, I thought to myself, if I have to write it anyway I may as well post it.
Form:
Did you ever see a/an __?
_-_, _-_, _-_, _.
My attempt, shoddy as it is:
Did you ever see a Sea Dragon?
Tiger-striped, Kingsnake-speckled, leafy-finned, opalescent.
Form:
Did you ever see a/an __?
_-_, _-_, _-_, _.
My attempt, shoddy as it is:
Did you ever see a Sea Dragon?
Tiger-striped, Kingsnake-speckled, leafy-finned, opalescent.
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Impatience
Am I the only person who is especially impatient for Hallowe'en this year? I LOVE Hallowe'en
...I just realised, I left my wicked-awesome nun costume at home :(
I want to make skull-shaped cookies for Day of the Dead (November 2nd)... however I am lazy. And I'd probably burn them.
...I just realised, I left my wicked-awesome nun costume at home :(
I want to make skull-shaped cookies for Day of the Dead (November 2nd)... however I am lazy. And I'd probably burn them.
Thursday, 9 October 2008
Strange but True
Vladamir Putin is putting out his own judo instruction DVD.
I have no words.
Only this.
I have no words.
Only this.
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
The Twilight Zone
I just went to get some tea - I was standing in the kitchen in my PJs, boiling the water, when one of my flatmates comes into the kitchen, STARK naked.
To be honest I wasn't really fazed by this - the only nudity that bothers me is my own.
So I carry on waiting for the kettle to boil as he sits down and starts talking to someone on the phone. Fair enough. My water boiled, I take it and go back to my room.
A few moments later, the doorbell rings. I assume my flatmate wont be getting it, being underdressed and all, but when I open the door, who is it? Him!
"I forgot my keys", he says.
I have found the Twilight Zone. It's in Pontypridd.
To be honest I wasn't really fazed by this - the only nudity that bothers me is my own.
So I carry on waiting for the kettle to boil as he sits down and starts talking to someone on the phone. Fair enough. My water boiled, I take it and go back to my room.
A few moments later, the doorbell rings. I assume my flatmate wont be getting it, being underdressed and all, but when I open the door, who is it? Him!
"I forgot my keys", he says.
I have found the Twilight Zone. It's in Pontypridd.
New Arrivals
Met a new flatmate today. He moved in late so we hadn't had a chance to see him during Freshers' Week.
Also, the weather continues to be terrible. And it waits for me to be without my umbrella, I swear.
I made a point of taking my umbrella with me to lectures today - not a spot of rain. Later, I went back to halls to do my laundry, thus swapping the handbag I was carrying for my laundry bag. The moment I step out of the laundry room with my nice clean, tumble-dried laundry, it starts tipping.
Sigh.
Also, the weather continues to be terrible. And it waits for me to be without my umbrella, I swear.
I made a point of taking my umbrella with me to lectures today - not a spot of rain. Later, I went back to halls to do my laundry, thus swapping the handbag I was carrying for my laundry bag. The moment I step out of the laundry room with my nice clean, tumble-dried laundry, it starts tipping.
Sigh.
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Jonathan Coulton
If you're not already familiar with Coulton's stuff, he writes some very funny original songs which come out on a weekly podcast, examples being zombie anthem "Re: Your Brains" and love song "Code Monkey"
You can find him on iTunes, MySpace, and no doubt many other places on the marvellous magical Interweb.
My favourite song is "Re: Your Brains" :)
You can find him on iTunes, MySpace, and no doubt many other places on the marvellous magical Interweb.
My favourite song is "Re: Your Brains" :)
Monday, 29 September 2008
First Lecture
Had my first lecture/ seminar thing today (for it can't be said to be either) - surprisingly I knew vaguely what I was doing!
Now I just have to get used to calling my lecturer "Martin"
The bad weather started today - returned to the flat rather wet and cold. Welcome to Wales, Harri!
Now I just have to get used to calling my lecturer "Martin"
The bad weather started today - returned to the flat rather wet and cold. Welcome to Wales, Harri!
Thaddeus Thaddeus Thaddeus
Just started writing my book - an entire (gasp) TWO pages so far. I'll get back into the swing of writing soon... hopefully.
Sunday, 28 September 2008
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Things I have learned
-I need to learn to read opening/ closing times properly
-Saturday is a bad day for attempting to do your laundry, as everyone else has the same idea
-Saturday is a bad day for attempting to do your laundry, as everyone else has the same idea
Friday, 26 September 2008
Timetable
I spent some time today organising my timetable.
To save space, I put the names down as basic acronyms.
Too late, I realised that I'd written "ASS" in permanent ink onto my timetable. Sigh.
To save space, I put the names down as basic acronyms.
Too late, I realised that I'd written "ASS" in permanent ink onto my timetable. Sigh.
:(
I have Freshers' Flu.
You never think it'll happen to you.
"My immune system is fine", you say to yourself.
PAH.
Not quite a poem, but I thought it was funny. That's probably the germs going to my brain. OH Lord.
You never think it'll happen to you.
"My immune system is fine", you say to yourself.
PAH.
Not quite a poem, but I thought it was funny. That's probably the germs going to my brain. OH Lord.
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Room Changes
Today I had a study skills lecture at eleven. I got up, had plenty of time to get ready, and sloped on down to the right building. After establishing with a few others that this was the right room, we waiting for the lecture to start and went in.
About a minute in, someone mentioned Sports Studies. Strange, I thought, but maybe it's a mixed room - everyone has to write reports, right? (see what I did there?)
Five minutes in, we knew something was wrong - this was sounding increasingly like a sports-themed talk, and they were meant to be covering plagiarism. But the way was blocked - we couldn't get out and no one seemed willing to move.
Forty-five minutes later, we escaped, to find that the room we were meant to be in was right next door, and we'd gone in through the wrong doors.
The moral of this story:
1. Don't follow the crowd, even if they seem to know what they're doing
2. Look at the number on the door before you go through it!
About a minute in, someone mentioned Sports Studies. Strange, I thought, but maybe it's a mixed room - everyone has to write reports, right? (see what I did there?)
Five minutes in, we knew something was wrong - this was sounding increasingly like a sports-themed talk, and they were meant to be covering plagiarism. But the way was blocked - we couldn't get out and no one seemed willing to move.
Forty-five minutes later, we escaped, to find that the room we were meant to be in was right next door, and we'd gone in through the wrong doors.
The moral of this story:
1. Don't follow the crowd, even if they seem to know what they're doing
2. Look at the number on the door before you go through it!
Things I Have Learned
-Pears rot from the inside out and may be the source of that weird smell in your room
-Do not sit down until you're sure it's the right room
-Old kettles spit boiling water at you
-Do not sit down until you're sure it's the right room
-Old kettles spit boiling water at you
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Crows
A crow seems to have taken up residence over my window.
He sits there, cawing away, for up to half an hour at a time.
Then he flies off - sometimes he'll wheel around and clip my open window as he goes by, scaring the crap out of me, which I'm certain is his intention.
He sits there, cawing away, for up to half an hour at a time.
Then he flies off - sometimes he'll wheel around and clip my open window as he goes by, scaring the crap out of me, which I'm certain is his intention.
Internet
"We don't actually set up your Internet, you'll need to phone the external company" Says the man at Customer Services, after putting me on hold for seven minutes.
I cannot be arsed, think I, and rifle around in my top drawer for that blue cable that was on the desk when I moved in.
I plug it into the relevant places.
That'll do just fine, says my laptop, and promptly connects me to the Internet.
Lesson learned: don't assume that being behind a help desk indicates that you know what you are doing.
I cannot be arsed, think I, and rifle around in my top drawer for that blue cable that was on the desk when I moved in.
I plug it into the relevant places.
That'll do just fine, says my laptop, and promptly connects me to the Internet.
Lesson learned: don't assume that being behind a help desk indicates that you know what you are doing.
Fire Alarms
As I'm sat in the small, pod-shower-esque loo of my room, this shrill noise starts and goes on for a second.
Then it does it again.
I think, "Oh Christ, it's the alarm, someone's burning down the kitchen with a casserole".
Sans knickers, I rush out into the hallway to discover it's only a test.
I hate fire alarms.
Then it does it again.
I think, "Oh Christ, it's the alarm, someone's burning down the kitchen with a casserole".
Sans knickers, I rush out into the hallway to discover it's only a test.
I hate fire alarms.
All-important first post
I'm not the only person, I'm sure, to be totally fazed at the prospect of having to make a first post. "I know what keeping this blog will entail, yes, but at this specific point in time I have nothing to say - should I just make some crap up?" No, I tell myself, you will not make crap up, because you are going to regret it later.
I suppose this will be in introduction of sorts, in that case.
Well, I'm Harri. I study, or rather will study once Freshers' Week staggers drunkenly to it's end, Creative & Professional Writing at the University of Glamorgan. And yes, I dress like an Art/ English teacher, I know.
Some readers know this, of course, so are wondering why I bothered writing all this. Well, I don't know is the answer.
Anyway. On to something relatively relevant (see what I did there?).
This is my journal, after a fashion, of all the bizarre, interesting, or just incredibly annoying things that happen to me from Freshers' Week onwards, peppered with occasional articles, reviews and links to things I either find interesting or want to take a pot shot at.
Hope you enjoy it, and I don't come across as a total loon.
I suppose this will be in introduction of sorts, in that case.
Well, I'm Harri. I study, or rather will study once Freshers' Week staggers drunkenly to it's end, Creative & Professional Writing at the University of Glamorgan. And yes, I dress like an Art/ English teacher, I know.
Some readers know this, of course, so are wondering why I bothered writing all this. Well, I don't know is the answer.
Anyway. On to something relatively relevant (see what I did there?).
This is my journal, after a fashion, of all the bizarre, interesting, or just incredibly annoying things that happen to me from Freshers' Week onwards, peppered with occasional articles, reviews and links to things I either find interesting or want to take a pot shot at.
Hope you enjoy it, and I don't come across as a total loon.
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