W's have all the best words

I am assuming due to the incredible halt in blog activity that something is changing, and that something has changed. In the corner of the room, hiding beneath the jacket that hasn't been worn for months, and slowly creeping into view, is the official end of the degree. Obviously such wonderful news has one specifically significant reprecussion as i write, as it means that the creative industries blog project that i have toiled over, yet in no no way understoood for the best part of the year, is over, and the safe first that i am expecting (but not anticipating) is already there.
This is good news, for everyone bar the faithful readers who listen to this blog; and bad news to everyone apart from the faithful listeners who read this blog.
While the rest of my class seem happy to let this occasion pass without notice, and focus on the far more frivilous activities like finding jobs and eating worms, i have decided that i could not do this, and have set aside several minutes of my life to put on papa roach on random and sign off with a bang. so, are you ready? Are you sitting comfortably on a comfortable chair? Are you ready for the end? Timmy, come out from beneath that cupboard, this is important. something is about to end. Something is about to die. Along with several people sitting around the world right now eating pasta and watching reality TV, something is about to die. And with all the natural disastors and human timebombs disrubting everyday life it is hard to imagine the real point of things like Big Brother, The Da Vinci Code, (Cod) Jim Davidson, and this blog.

What do you call a pencil without a tip?

Broken.

Paint Your Target

When i first read we had to write a blog for Creative Industries I was not impressed. I thought no-one is going to care about the ramblings of an angry Welsh guy, and frankly (with searing and soon to be customary honesty) i didn't want to spend any of my time plodding through streams of other peoples thoughts, loves, ambitions, blah blah blah. But then i got to thinking. I can talk nonsense about myself and (if i was not too tired to misinterpret last Thursday) you guys have to read it. Which is great.
Having skimmed through the blogs already posted by other people in the class i have come to one over-riding conclusion; everything i have wanted to talk about has already been covered. Needless to say this has not put me off. So, in a similar vain to Boothman I would like to talk about Mitchell and The Jam Magazine. During the summer i read a number of excellent books, including David Mitchell's Black Swan Green, Ivan Denisovich by Solzhenitsyn and a number of Martin Amis novels (most notably Times Arrow- A great read). While all of these books were very good i am not going to chat balls like it will change your life because books very rarely do that. However, read The accidental by Ali Smith. That might just do it.
I have just finished writing a short story and sent it off to the jam. It is called 'I like Allie' and I will try to post a link up here.
Now, a quick biography for anyone who hasn't grown pissed off and given up yet. I am twenty and will be when i graduate from university. I have Siblings. I was born in Cwmdare, Wales. I am not from the north. i am not Irish. And I am not the drummer from The Subways. I have great faith in my writing, and like Matt, hope to have something published somewhere by the end of the year. Also like Matt i am having real trouble getting up off my arse and writing anything longer than this blog. Me and Matt are not the same person though we seem to have said the same things.
People generally seem to like me more when I'm being nice.