Leaving...

One of the lasses who started Uni when I did had a leaving party (see what I mean about neverending parties?) tonight, which I was fortunate enough to be at. It was cool to be able to say good-bye and wish her luck as she heads out into the non-Liverpool world. But also very weird.

I just don't get it. Having been here at Uni for so long, and having graduated already, I really thought i'd be far better at dealing with people leaving. This is even more so when I don't really know someone that well. But as I've discovered tonight its still really weird and in some ways a proper good kick in the teeth.

The lass who is leaving us is a sound individual and i'm really thinking 'huh. I've known this lass for four years, and yet never really got to know her.' Which, is ultimately very sad... Bummer dude..

A toast to Amy Poulsom...

Parties, parties...Everywhere?

At the moment my life is becoming a strange combination of partying, BBQ's and beach/party trips. This obviously isn't a bad thing. Given the choice between sitting in my room reading about the economic history of Ireland or going chilling in the park or the beach, or even better, eating free food at a BBQ or party, then there is no contest. Especially when I am surrounded by the most fantastic people in the world ever as I thankfully and so amazingly am..

But. I am reaching saturation point. I love spending time in fellowship with people. I love the beauty of this world that is more than evident in a park or by the sea. And I love food (obviously). But I really am finding it tiring going to so many things. Hence I have adopted the strategy of my housemate, one Evans Felix Sarpong, whereby you head over to an event, spend some quality time with people, and then head home to have a sleep. I realise this may sound harsh on the people throwing the event - rude even - but its more and more becoming a necessary part of my lifestyle. At the grand age of 22 and a half I feel more like 32. Scary..

But anyway the question i'm starting to ask is, is this normal? Are you supposed to act like this in your early twenties? Or, am I coming down with old man disease (Danieltemlettis in its latin form)?

Just a thought..

Complaint

Here at Put Wood In'th 'Ole we strongly believe in taking account of our readers opinion. As such we feel it necessary to acknowledge the complaint of one of this blog's many subscribers.

The complaint? Well it seems that this particular blogger isn't regular enough in his blogging to satisfy demand.

Our response? Well the complaint is both justified and acknowledged, and... please read on for some new material...

How exciting...

The Blogger

To the Queen Blogg

To Miss Lenhoff, my one and only (so far) reader....

I will endeavour to post where and when I can.. Though what is posted, who knows at this time..

But seriously dude... The motivational post will keep me going... Not that i'll ever reach B.M.L. standards of blogging. But really. Is that even possible?

Laters...

Richy, Rich

The Match

Well tonight is the night that Liverpool pulled off something I never imagined possible - they won the Champions League final, beating AC Milan 3-2 on penalties after a thrilling 3-3 match before hand. Its a match i'll never forget.

I didn't watch any of it of though.. Thats right. Not a bit - well maybe the first five minutes. But for the rest of the match I took in the event in a much better way - that of the casual observer. And it was great.

Maybe its because i'm an arts student (and that I strongly disliked sport at high school) but I really enjoyed just being able to see how everyone else watched the match, as opposed to actually watching it. Walking up Penny Lane as Liverpool won the match was amazing.. The atmosphere was incredible - cheers the like of which i've never heard before, and never will again. People dancing in their front rooms. People dancing in the street. Taxi's beeping their horn in joy rather than anger. Amazing.

It was a quality way of celebrating Liverpool's victory. And as my mate put it - what better way to see in a historic Liverpool victory than by walking up the road that is Liverpool as far as many people in the world are concerned. Dude.. Too good..

And as a life long Liverpool fan (honestly!!!) I say well done to the boys.. Good stuff..

The Dedication...

Wow... This is my first venture into the intricate world of the 'blog'. This is a world to which I was completely oblivious... Until a certain fellow blogger compelled me (and many others) to read her daily postings on life and its many happenings... Since then I have become an avid reader, though never quite willing to take my own first few steps into bloggerdom...

However that needs to change... So here goes it.. Lets see if I can make it a week before I give up and return to anonimity...