Can we get much higher?

My mate informed me of this the other day. A chat up line involving a polar bear.

boy: how much does a polar bear weigh?

girl: i don't know, how much?

boy: enough to break the ice, hi my name is...etc

Stunningly brilliant.

Sacked Star Sheen, Sues Show - on the seashore?

Howlin' for you

I must admit
I can't explain
Any of these thoughts
Racing through my brain
It's true
Baby I'm howlin for you

The above song is a beaut of a song! It features in the new Bradley Cooper film 'Limitless'. I went to watch this film the other day with my brother not Beki or Eilidh. It's a stunning film, really well filmed and put together. It is based on the novel 'Dark Fields' which after a little Google search I have learned that it is hard to get hold off. So hard in fact people on Amazon are asking for £65 for a used copy of it. MUST BE GOOD...

Wednesday:

My neighbor once said 'It is a must that you reach out and touch people' - It was this attitude that lead to his inevitable arrest.
I wake with a very sore shoulder obviously a few months away from the gym and a sudden rush back into it didn't agree with my body. I spend the day sitting around the house and doing a little research in my upcoming Photography project - nothing much is firing for me yet. In the evening my brother and I go and watch Limitless - awesome film. It really is a much watch. It would be amazing if that drug did actually exist.

Thursday:

Another cracking day in Sandal. I rush some food down me have a speed poo and lob on some gym kit and set off running to the gym. No longer can I run with my iPod in my ears. I can't listen to the pace I'm going at (feet hitting the ground) I'm over half way there and have only listened to three songs. I was practically sprinting along the road. I must have looked like a right psycho being chased by...no one.

Still no ideas have come to me for this project. However, I keep thinking about doing urban landscape photography. I've just completed an essay on landscape photography so the methods and theories are pretty fresh in my mind. I will already have the research to back up my photos so it is a tempting idea. I'm going to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park on Saturday with Andy, not Beki or Eilidh due to other reasons to take some photos are see if any of the current exhibition will trigger anything creative for me.

Build A Rocket Boys

Don't they know those days are golden?
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys!

Easter Holidays:

Monday - I wake up to an empty house and a list of chores. I pack up my make shift bed as I'm currently sleeping downstairs due to various rooms being decorated upstairs. I introduce myself to Colin (the decorator) who I find covered in dust in one of the bedrooms. I make him a coffee whilst contemplating to myself why he is covered in dust if he's painting a wall. I treat him to a Breakaway biscuit with his drink.

Before 12 o'clock I'm also meant to be letting in another skilled worker, this time a plumber to sort out the system and handle on the toilet in one of the en suites. He arrives on time. I'm now alone in my house with a decorator and a plumber - is to obvious to make a porno joke?

Tuesday - A nice thing to do is to contradict demeaning graffiti. It's pretty shit to see some unimaginative tithead write 'Steve smells' on a pub toilet tile. Therefore, I'm now going to start to write 'Behave, no he doesn't' underneath. Karma comes into play. Winning.

The most exciting thing I've done today is go to Dunelm Mill to pick out some new blinds for the bedrooms. My opinion gets vastly overlooked by both parents and a heated debated simmers over 5ft or 6ft blinds.

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Man crush

I was listening to the Carl Donnelly and Chris Martin podcast the other day. Two very funny comedians in which I've been lucky enough to see Carl Donnelly live twice. In one of the features in their podcast they discussed 'man crushes' - they both decided on Robert Downey Jr for their man crush. I was chatting to my flat mate Alex who is nick named the bear within our flat - we both agreed that at this current stage Bradley Cooper is mine and his man crush.

He is one suave fucker.

It takes a worried man...

My absence from writing has no excuses. I've been a busy chap finishing off my project on constructing realities and telling tales. A few final images are shown above. I was pleased with the general out come of my work. I think my research and development was stronger than my final images. I have my tutorial on this project on Thursday so I'll be able to get some one on one feed back from my tutor. My work above was all shot on 35mm B&W film using F/22 and flash.

I went home at the weekend after my brother had stayed with me for a couple of days last week. Was pretty nice to have him around in Notts. We played some football and had a lot to drink plus we had a good catch up. Over the weekend I went into the gym to try and secure myself some shifts for over easter. I also caught up over a few drinks with Olivia Lewis and her pretty face which was dead nice. Other than that I just ate my body wait in sandwich meats and scones with clotted cream and jam.

This week has been pretty much set on me finishing my essay on landscape photography. I'm looking at a particular image by William Henry Jackson. Which shows two men admiring the stunning views the American West has to offer.

Also at the moment round the Trent Uni area there is a lot of talk about voting for the new Trent ambassadors and student executive. When they come with their fliers to my flat I seem to have set up a basic rule of: if they have a pretty face and smile they are allowed to come in and put forward their waffle about their candidate however, a cheeky look through the peep hole and if it the person doesn't look cracking then it's a brief chat by the door.

Thursday is nearly here which means St.Patricks day - therefore, £1 a pint of Guiness is being served in Hooters. Already planned a visit with Alex and Ollie to the mecca of Nottingham. I will returning to this watering hole on Saturday for a beers, food and boobs with my cousin before we go and watch Nottingham Panthers at ice hockey.

Some good things to look forward to. Plus 3 weeks at home starting very soon. Cracking times.

"My hopes are high, but my eyes can't believe what they see." - Cracking lyric from Mr.Nutini.

Another thing

Just got in from a having a few drinks in Varsity. This look (above) really annoys me. I'm sorry but when going on a night out this should be socially banned.

Letter from god to man

Hey there, how's it going?

Long time no see.

I know I haven't been around much lately

But, it didn't seem like you wanted me to be

The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross

So I figured I'd just leave you to it, let you be your own boss.

Above are three images from my current photography project at university. I'm looking at the reality of life and death and focussing in on the reality of meat itself. I had a critique seminar on my work today, and got some positive feedback with my progress. I know where to take the next shoot which will be mainly developing the top photo idea. "Dinner for one"

Softly spoken secrets.

LISTEN TO 'IF YOU LEAVE' BY NADA SURF- it's the song from the very memorable scene from the O.C between Seth and Anna.

Got a photoshoot set up for tomorrow. Well to be honest it's now 12.15 so I guess I'm doing a photoshoot today. I'm hopefully going to shoot up two rolls of black and white film. I'm going to be photographing my various meat sculptures and develop the ideas and basically see where it goes from there.

I had a really important presentation last Tuesday on a photographer called Robert Mapplethorpe. If you're not familiar with his works then to prevent you from google searching him and having your eyes violated I'll give you a quick break down. Black dicks, anal beads, bull whips, index fingers, male fisting and enough explicit material to put a 14 year old teenager to shame whose just discovered masturbation. My mate, Steve Tylor and I put together the presentation over a couple of days and presented to our seminar group - we had a really good discussion which lead to be having a better understanding about what the artist was trying to achieve through his socially shocking images. (the B&W image is Mapplethorpe's tastful stuff)

After a recent skype conversation with my really close friend and general annoyance, AMY NEWMAN I have now got to include her more in this blog. I'm guessing this is due to the fact that she has nothing of great interest in her life therefore studies my BLOG and has picked up on a lack of Newman chat in it. So this is the start....

My brother is coming to stay with me for a couple of days soonish. Really can not wait, I rave on about him a lot to my uni pals so it'll be really cool to get everyone together and go for a night out and show him a good Nottingham time.

We've put something in the post

When I was leaving Nottingham my mum phoned me saying 'We've put something in the post for you, it's just a little something, have a good time in Birmingham, say Hi to the boys for me, Love you, Bye'

Conversation over. Lasted a few seconds. On Tuesday I received the object in the above photo. Bless them, I believe the postage probably cost more than the actual gift. But even still, Bless 'em.

Spent last weekend in Birmingham visiting my fellow Jew looking friend Matthew Kitching. All my others pals from back home who also go to various universities travelled to Brummy land for a big get together.

We ventured to the 02 Academy to enjoy some cheap drinks and thrills. However, the main the thrill of the night was getting into a fight after some utter wanker thought it was a clever idea to push over Kitch's girlfriend, the always delightful Jenny Humphreys She covered herself in her own drink and went flying on floor which I swear was NOT disease free. Andy (the biggest out of us all) tried to calm the situation by talking to the lad - Andy received two head butts. I got punched twice. Kitch's uni mate practically got knocked out. Things just escalated quickly. We didn't throw one punch, yet all got hit. After a little timeout in the first aid section of the club we fire our spirits up again and venture into the mix of it again. Plenty of laughs from then on. I have a terrible takeaway from some shit place in Selly Oak near Kitch's house then drift off to sleep on a brown sofa staring longingly into Mr Stewart's eyes.

Day two starts slowly...Andy, Ben and Josh have to venture back to girlfriends and uni work so we see them off at the train station. I'm staying for another night, I like it here in Brum. Kitch has got a class group of mates who are always up for showing me a good time. We buy and drink our pre drinks quickly and head to The Guild which I think is their SU. The place was brilliant. I'm not going to lie but I busted out some phat shapes on the dancefloor which eventually lead to me waking up the next morning not in Mr Kitching's and having to phone him to come and find me and take me back to his.

It really was a cracking weekend - really nice to catch up with the Brum lot. However, the train ride back was horrendous. I'm usually perfectly fine after a night out, just a bit of water and I'm as good as new. This was different. I boarded the train listening to the Black Keys on my iPod. We'd been going for about 10minutes. I turned the music off. I needed to focus all my concentration on me not hurling my guts up all over the Cross Country train. I turned green, sweated so much that it was just dripping straight onto my trousers, and began to get teary eyes. The attractive brunette to my right tapped me on the back as she clearly saw me in distress and asked if I wanted some of her water. My polite response of "no thank you" suddenly I felt the stomach tighten. I turn to the aisle and retch like there is no tomorrow. Nothing exits my body apart from the litres of sweat. I compose myself and look up to see opposite me, two young kids about 6 years old staring at me with such innocence in their eyes. I then make a noise I have never made before and to this minute can not redo it. I let out a little crying 'yelp'. Then returned to my bolt up right position. Worst train journey ever.

Above are a few images I've taken recently - the meat and plant ones are for a current on going project the portrait is an image of my good pal at uni Matthew Wilcox.

I guess since my last update I've been struggling to come up with at least something half decent to write here. Without going into great detail and moaning on about stupid occurrences I seem to have spent the past couple of weeks annoyed and tired of the same feelings and situations repeating on me.

Although all of us singletons out there tried to act like Valentines day is just another pointless fucking day in the English calendar it still grips you and gets you down. However, the lads at Gill Street cooked up a plan that we'll go spend it at Hooters. Therefore, to blow away the Valentines blues we'll stare at boobs, rate each girl in there out of ten and eat endless amounts of chicken wings. We were served by a horrible woman (older enough to be some of the lads mums) - she did not take a sympathetic view towards our group of six boys strong on a mass man date on Valentines. We ate, drank and left kind of happier due to the range of D and E sized breasts in the establishment. However, on the walk home walking past various restaurants I did the bad thing of peering in through the windows and witnessing happy people together staring at each other with a love and passion. The sudden realization of going back to my single bed which is designed for no more than one person. Definitely not two hit me again! I suppose this feeling was emphasized due to the particular day but on the other hand it's a very strong and true feeling that always hits me, daily.

Tomorrow I'm hopping on a train to Birmingham. Hopefully, this will cheer me up. I say I hope. I know it will. I'll be with Matthew Kitching, Ben Smitten, Andy Stewart, and Josh Thomas. We're planning on a cracking night on Friday at the 02 Academy. I'm staying for Saturday night however the boys have all got girlfriends so they're going back to their Uni lives. Then on Sunday I'll return back to Gill Street and slip into the same boring routine longing for some fun and exciting plans.

On the Photography side of things I'm once again lacking motivation and inspiration to take my project further. Really can't explain what is going on with my creative side. It's like anything I think of these days I just seem to automatically go and shoot it down without even testing it out. Hardly take my camera out and shoot. I know if I do this more often it'll trigger something new and interesting and develop my technical skills but I just can't be bothered. I hope I snap out of this mind set very soon as it really pissing me off.

I have built a tree house.

Cracking song suggested by Lizzie Hiles.

I have built a treehouse
I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
it's a you and me house

Awesome song by 'I'm from Barcelona' lovely lyrics. Wish I had a treehouse.

1. When writing her own list she bull shits to pad it out. Example number 6.
2. She picks up on stupid things that are not important
3. She has a weird right leg (not true)
4. The way your accent makes everything sound sad/depressing
5. I tell you things I don't like SOOOO you go out of your way to do them then laugh at my hatred look towards you.
6. You always insist on ordering horrible shots for our linking shots.
7. You're annoyingly funny.



Reds smash records - not to my liking.

Wrong impressions

A series of sentences.

Torres gone. Carroll and Suarez in. Made a doctors appointment for Friday. I've put mascara on my arm. It's now itching. I did a photoshoot today for my latest project. I'm confused. Things are not the same. Got my list back. Carnage draws close. Tempted not to go. Need plans to avoid Valentines day. Need a job. Stopped running. Annoyed by 'wrong impressions'

Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants

"I never want to take this for granted,
So I try and keep motivation simple, raw and positive,
If I only scrape a living,
Then it's a life worth scraping for,
If there's no future in it,
This present is worth remembering,
For fires of happiness or waves of gratitude,
For everything that brought us to that point on Earth,
And that moment in time to do something worth remembering or taking a photograph or scar,
I feel genuinely,
Hand on heart,
When I say,
I love doing what I do,
And that I may never be a rich man,
If I live longer enough I'll certainly have a tale or two for the grand children,
And I love the thought of that." THE DARK SIDE OF THE LENS.

For me - the above text is fucking brilliant. Such passion in just simple words.

The above images are just a few quick snaps from a recent day trip to Liverpool. We had to tickets the match at Anfield. We collected a delightful 3 points and jumped up a few points.

Photography ideas are starting to come to me now. Hopefully doing my first shoot tomorrow with Clem so fingers crossed the outcome will lead somewhere. I've got a crit on Thursday which is usually a 20minute presentation on my ideas and findings with the latest project I'm tackling. I need to crack on with some research this weekend and hopefully get a strong idea.

Matthew Wilson returns to Gill Street in a matter of hours. Haven't seen him since we broke up for Christmas all those moons ago. Deadly excited to have his amazing banter skills around E block once again.

I want another poem written by Jody Dale. See if there can be an improvement with the English and poetry skills. Plus maybe she could be so kind and pop a compliment in there and include less talk of periods. Sort it out Miss Dale.

Venturing into the noughties.

I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats

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Saturday came and I turned into a 20 year old. I'm now venturing into the noughties.

A strange sense maturity hit me now I've had time to reflect on my new age. I currently live away from home, have amazing money issues with Halifax, doing a university degree and secured a house for next year. All points are kind of major and scary when thought about in great detail but collectively all go hand in hand. However, I just carry on with a smile from cheek to cheek mainly because I'm away from Wakefield, the land of teenage pregnancy and utter shits.

On the whole my birthday was a cracking birthday. From silly hats to broken pottery. Matt, Ollie, Rob, Alex and me started at HOOTERS watching the Liverpool game against Wolves. We all enjoyed some beer along with amazing deep fried food. It really was a brilliant start to the day as Liverpool played cracking football and collected three points (for me). Our fun crew then went to a bar on the canal front. From the outside it looked really nice, the location was really nice as it is right on the canal with an outdoor seating area. On the other hand, once we had ordered and looked around at the current customers in there we decided to drink our pints very quickly. There was a strange mix of under aged people to steroid, All Saints wearing wankers who went around slapping semi drunk girls bottoms. The sickening thing was, the girls seemed to enjoy this. We were all baffled. But hey! Am sure they were happy spending their benefits on fine drinking experience on a Saturday afternoon.

To keep the Birthday post short - the rest of the day is a blur and I spent the best part of Sunday trying to pick on bits and bats of people's stories which involved me doing silly things. One of the main topics was Grace Tydeman decided to go around spitting down the stair cases. Like a drunken fool I followed her in this act until she made my flat mate spit in her own hair. I drew the line at this point. Silly Gracey.

Been playing around with a few ideas in my head over my current photography project 'Constructing realities and telling tales' - however, I'm getting the feeling that I'm making them stupidly complex and too difficult to pull off with a lack of funding on my behalf.

I get to see my brother on Wednesday. PEACE

Thank you very much love Laura & Kimbles

Beth: What do you look for in a girl?
Josh: She should be smart, and funny.
[Beth undressing]
Josh: That's good too.
Beth: Do you feel better yet?
Josh: I feel a little bit better, yes.
Beth: What else do you look for?
Josh: She should be nice and attractive and...
Beth: [Beth removes her top]
Josh: Topless. And topless.

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Last night my future housemate Matthew Rowland and me decided to watch the above film. He had never seen it before so it was brilliant to him roaring with laughter throughout the film. Although I've seen this so many times before it still makes me laugh with the way it is brilliantly written with constant laugh out loud jokes and gags.

When in uni and on my iPod I currently can not stop listening to a mixture of Dan Le Sac & Scroobius Pip followed by some Johnny Flynn. Both artists have amazing lyrics which at the moment seem to be influencing my recent photography ideas and outlook on day to day life. The very honest nature of Pip's work is romantic, passionate with a huge sense poetry and written verse. Lovely stuff.

I saw Johnny Flynn live last year with my best pal Andy when we went to see Mumford & Sons in Manchester. He's a young solo artist who I really hope becomes big and follow in M&S' footsteps as they swept everyone of their feet in 2010. Hopefully, 2011 is his year.

-music gets louder-

My 20th birthday plans are starting to come together nicely with more and more people getting UP for it. Franki and my other friends from Nottingham Uni are coming to the Trent SU, along with E block groupies and various other friends from Trent so hopefully it'll be a really good night. During the day me and the lads are venturing to Hooters for a few pints and to watch the Liverpool game against Wolves. Would be a cracking present for them to pick up three lovely points and for Everton to lose.

My cousin Eddy Birch drove to Nottingham today. He helps run his family business along with his Dad and brother Will. It's a fantastic furniture company called Birch Bedrooms. Eddy kindly treated me to lunch and a few beers at Hooters.

Tomorrow I've got a workshop studying and experimenting with the Large Format camera. Really looking forward to this as I've never used one of these styled cameras. So fingers crossed it's enjoyable. Some nice time spent in the studio as well.

come to the conclusion that ive always been stupid n it's my ability to blag it thats disappeared :/ nice timing. all i wanted was one more goal leeds, just one and i'd be in the money, but nooooooooooo! WTF is going on above my room?! cannot believe I still have so many cards and things people have given me man alive I have met some unbelieveably adorable and ace people!!!!! I love myself! Matt Rowland is a KINGGGGGGGGGG! On it like a foookin car bonnet. Grace Tydeman is a GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! questionable crack of the highest degree. "the premiership is better with Leeds in it, there's no doubt about that" Yussssssss.

Constructing Realities and Telling Tales

Roll away your stone, I’ll roll away mine
Together we can see what we can find
Don’t leave me alone at this time,

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Uni is back in full flow today as I got a new project brief 'Constructing Realities and Telling Tales'. No clear ideas on how I go about this have come to me so far, however I only got it a matter of hours ago so not to worry. The images my tutor pulled up on the slideshow were not what I was expecting see from the project title. Deeply disturbing constructed images seemed to be the main theme of photos he selected. Concentrating on images from the artist Joel Peter-Witkin. In a nut shell he concentrates on very thought out and detailed photography set ups for his photo shoots. I admired his perfectionist approach to his photography as an art form however I started to stumble and lose interest in his work as we began to view his published photographs.

"Finding beauty within the grotesque, Witkin pursues this complex issue through people most often cast aside by society -- human spectacles including hermaphrodites, dwarfs, amputees, androgynes, carcases, people with odd physical capabilities, fetishists and "any living myth . . . anyone bearing the wounds of Christ." His fascination with other people's physicality has inspired works that confront our sense of normalcy and decency, while constantly examining the teachings handed down through Christianity"

To view some of his work - http://photography-now.net/joel_peter_witkin/

I'll be using some of this blogger space to keep putting forward some ideas. Hopefully by typing them up it might inspire or trigger some ideas that I could go out and shoot and develop.

Away from photography business and back to my day to day activities. Recently, they've gone a bit like this...

Been starting to get into running. Over the Christmas holidays at the gym I did a lot of running. Slowly started to shave of time on a set distance. It was good to see my progress over the holidays. Every day I could feel the positives and began to feel more confident in my physical fitness. I'm really pleased to say that I've kept this on at University. Matt and me have mapped out an 8km route which we can add to with ease. I find running so really nice and relaxing, clears my mind from day to day stuff that can easily get me down.

I haven't been out drinking in a while, which is an odd thing to occur although in a way I'm enjoying it. I'm not blowing £20 in a club instead I'm spending it wisely on better things. Saying this I do believe I'm meant to be going out tonight. So no doubt, I'll spend £20, get hammered, not talk to any girls, bust out some shapes, go home and watch some late night iplayer. It's how I spent most of my last semester. It's the normal night out for moi.

Really glad Miss Tydeman came back to Gill Street now. Flat 6 is once again in full swing. She's a big hoot. Also a fellow blogger, check her out. She has taupe coloured finger nails. Beware. Apparently they are the in colour.

I don't miss home.

King Kenny Restores Faith?

Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47 and I can’t believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day

And the magnificent magnitude of my morning erection merely mocks me like the sun in its optimistic greeting of the day

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"Isn't it great when you see the popular kids and bullies doing boring and terrible things in their life when it's the others who do far better and become superior" Derren Brown.


My current location is once again NG1 4FY - which basically is big thumbs up. Out of Wakefield and back at Uni, fresh for a new term. Arrived back on Friday evening to find a lifeless Gill Street however for one Welsh boy in high spirits Mr Matthew Wilcox who went back on the Monday to crack on with some work. Dedication.

Being out of Wakefield is a brilliant feeling. Not sure what that city offers people enough to keep them in the city. If anyone has any ideas I'd be more than happy to listen and tell you why you're wrong.

My aim before I start back into some heavy uni work is to secure a job. I'm not looking for anything major, just a few hours, enough to bring in some nice money to keep me topped up and be able to enjoy some things without feeling 'awww shit, can not afford this' for example going to Seawater or Coco Tang.

One thing that did make me laugh massively when I got back was to find that a team of three girls had pushed some stuff under my door during the holidays. The letter they left reads a bit like this:

"Miles - people say you smile, but they are being in denial, they should go to a trial, and see that you are very vial/vile (haha), I think you have a pile of style, that's not very stylish. The End.

P.S - I watch you when you don't know
P.P.S - I'm on my period."

Next to the letter was a pearl tampon. This letter was left by Grace Tydeman (fellow blogger), Jody Dale (fellow blogger) and Lizzie Hiles.

Now I'm not going to dwell on it very long but that is the worst poem I have ever read. Shakespeare must be turning in his grave and Roger McGough must be feeling rather sick and the destruction of the written word.

Finally I'm being strong in an ongoing Moodle episode. My patience and understanding is really running fine these days with this situation. I'm not going to go into complete detail but it just feels like lame mind games and attention seeking. As far as I can remember I've been interested in the chase, but now, this isn't me. Really is not. It is a shame that it never had a chance to see where it could go. I'm still waiting for this phone call.

Today - King Kenny takes charge of the Liverpool team against Manchester United in the FA Cup. Usually I'd be full of nerves in the build up towards a game of this magnitude however when a team is at rock bottom with confidence issues I know expect anything outrageous. All I want to see is a good shift put in by Torres, Joe Cole and Ryan Babel. I truely believe these players are a huge key if they play well together. Huge talent throughout the team that need to pull together and get this sorted. Plus I'm going to watch the reds play on the 26th of Jan and I wouldn't mind seeing a top performance from the TEAM.

http://twitter.com/LizzieH123 - My friend Lizzie is now on Twitter, she is one of the cutest, blonde, biggest giggling machines that I have ever met. She's class.

Something I Have To Say

There's a weight over me today,
it's something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don't like you enough to stay.

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At around 10pm tonight I shall be stood in Wakefield's city centre in the so called Latino Quarter. My pals and I only venture to one place which is called Havana. Although this place has it's draw backs. For example, only the other week I saw a lad in a school hoodie that stated the words on the back 'HOCKEY FIRST TEAM'. However, we get drawn to this particular establishment due to the fact it sells £1 Jagerbombs and you're always bound to bump into a friendly face although you usually have to sieve your way through cocks and people who were tragically born without a personality.

To keep me sane from the people Havana attracts and general life in Wakefield is a a collection of boys: Josh, Andy, Ben and Matt.

I'll give you a short break down of these pals of mine as I'm sure they'll be mentioned a hell of a lot throughout this

Andy Stewart - I've known this nob since birth due to the fact both of our mum's knew eachother due to our older brothers playing with one another in various sandpits belonging to various playgroups. Needless to say, Andy and me later became friends with the very same sandpits and chewed up pieces of Lego. Now a days, Andy studies Law at Liverpool Uni and I personally have no doubt that he will master this subject and in later life swan around sunny islands with a healthly bank balance. As long as he pays for my Photography Studio we'll be bros from different Mos for life.

Ben Smitten - Lanky, loveable and a true captain. Forever known as the lad who sunk 40 Jagerbombs in one sitting. He too is at Liverpool and has recently got back with his ex girlfriend Alison. A really nice match which all of team jager hopes will last, and also hopefully him and Ali will keep Andy up next year as Ben and Andy will be living together. However, Andy has a girlfriend aswell so I can only imagine the scene from Forgetting Sarah Marshall when both couples are trying to out DO each other. Anyway, smashing chap.

Josh Thomas - Fellow Liverpool fan, studies at Liverpool Uni, too smart for my liking, and can finish a ball to well for my liking as well. In the middle of this month he'll soon be moving to just a stones throw away from me which during the holidays is going to be ace. Josh on a night out tends to supply us with the drunken entertainment. From throwing up on speakers, getting thrown out, and being a predator on a the dance floor. This Hollister wearing champ is a joy to be around. Damn he has a good smile.

Matthew Kitching - Goes out with a lovely lady from Bath called Jenny. Since year 7 I've grown closer and closer to this Altoffs quoting machine. His comedy timing is next to nothing and his tight fisted ways build him up to be a legend of the modern day in my life. All be it he's currently sporting a rather strange hair cut which makes him out to be like a shaven monkey. His knowledge of human geography has forever amazed me and hopefully he'll make this work and get a nice salary. Otherwise, he's going to have to marry into Jenny's family for the money as well as her looks.

Little random but am sure it'll make sense to the person:

1. the way you make me correct my pronunciation of a particualar cocktail bar
2. your room is always an utter state
3. your home town uses a car park as a tourist attraction
4. your gillet
5. its miles' not miles's
6. you made me flash

This list will get added to by 12 o'clock Friday night.


On the photography side of things. Currently playing around the idea of changing part of the garage into a home studio. I've been offered the chance to take a series of photos for an interior design company. They are needing stock photos of some of the chairs and other products they construct and install into the projects they carry out. Hopefully, I'll have time before I go back to University to complete this. Furthermore, our family Christmas card this year was an image I took last February. I've been getting a lot of positive feed back with a few people wanting to have the image as individual print. Hopefully, this productive start to the year will continue.

Peppermint Panties.

It's hard to sum up a good moan in 140 characters. I mainly use my Twitter page, to just express my views and opinions and little day to day niggles that we all come across. Obviously, my negative attitude on there makes my followers fluctuate as much as Liverpool's current form.

However, I always try and see the funny side of things, when others think of the realistic solution to a problem. I will think of a joke and just blurt it out. This is then followed by an awkward silence. This happens on a daily basis.

I'm not really sure what this blog is at the moment. Yes, I'd like to use it to put my photography work into another internet market. Obviously, you need to buy a PRO account on Flickr to get somewhere or put a controversial image up and litter the image with tags to make any bloody search bring up your image.

From starting to study photography at Nottingham Trent (NTU) I'm beginning to see what it takes to really make it in Photography. Yes, there is hard work and a lot of networking. However, take a picture of a naked man stood with a young lad, or something equally extreme and messed up then you seem to get somewhere and begin to make a name for yourself. But, I look shit naked and don't know many young boys. So, for now I will have to stick to photographing my average landscapes, poorly constructed portraits and get on board with the pretentious shit that comes with this brilliant art form.

Another way of using this blog is probably documenting in a delightful manor my life at Nottingham Trent University. I've spent 3 months there so far. Already secured a belter of a house for next year with team "MMMMA", made some cracking friends and streaked around Gill Street Student Accommodation.

2010 - Went travelling with Jay around Europe got with an American girl on the beach at San Sebastian, started University and got labelled with the nickname MOODLE by Andrew Stewart which I can't deny.

2011 - Predictions - Carry on with my Moodle lifestyle, Liverpool will finish outside the top 4 but will pick up some silverware from either the FA Cup of League Cup, Everton will fight against relegation but fucking stay up from a Tim Cahill last day heading brace then he'll go punch the corner flag like a twat, I'll spend vast amounts of time in Hooters during termtime, I will sell at least a few photography prints, I'll shoot my first live gig, and someother waffle that you won't read as you stopped reading after the Photography paragraph.

Basically, I can't wait for this year to get into full gear. I'm going to make it great, for everyone around me.

Heartless plugs - http://twitter.com/milesdrurysnaps
http://www.flickr.com/photos/futurereflections1/

I'll go into home and uni life in the next post.


For now I'm off to wear my Peppermint Panties.