I hate Richard Branson he is rubbish
Sitting there, on his PRIVATE ISLAND, sipping pina coladas and swimming with domesticated giant squid and stuff, whilst we rot in Birmingham with no internet
S.O.S!
STILL NO INTERNET HERE. TO SAY THE LEAST, VERY ANNOYING AND BRINGS NEVER-BEFORE-CONSIDERED THOUGHTS TO MIND SUCH AS WHAT THE HELL DO I OWN A PC FOR IF I CAN’T ACCESS THE INTERNET ETC ETC. I CAN’T PLAY ANY GAMES BECAUSE A) I ONLY HAVE 3 AND I’VE PLAYED THEM TO DEATH AND B) I THINK MY PC WOULD HAVE A MAJOR CORONARY EPISODE IF I TRIED TO INSTALL A NEW-ISH GAME ON IT. HOWEVER I DO HAVE MINESWEEPER AND iTUNES (YES SACRILEGE I KNOW, SO SHOOT ME!) SO IT’S NOT ALL LOST. AH, SUCH WOES WE HAVE IN THIS MODERN WORLD! PEOPLE ARE DYING OF THIRST, I HAVE NO INTERNET, WHAT IS GOING ON REALLY. MADNESS.
I joke I joke. I was on the bus today and I saw a man lying on the road he’d come off his motorbike. He had really curly hair. I wonder if he’s ok?
Right mainly I’m going to mope around my (very cold) house and be bored. If sudden spiritual enlightenment comes forth into my mind then I’ll let you know. For now though, nothing extraordinary to report.
WAIT! One more thing. I’d just like to take this opportunity to express my love for darkrooms and photography in general. Me, having actual fun at uni? Yeep you’d better believe it. Sayonara