It's sixteen miles to the promised land

And I promise you I'm doing the best I can.

Hello readers and welcome to another posting where I go on about my life whilst people around the world are having problems infinitely worse than mine - which currently consist of worrying about exams, gizmos breaking on me and having to talk to girls.

Oh but I have spoken to some girls, remember the cleaner? Well when I got my haircut on Wednesday (still trying to grow it longer, but it needed tidying up) I saw her sitting - with a guy - by the fountain. Now of course I'm not brave enough to go up to someone in the street and chat them up, but on Thursday it was a different matter. Late at work she came close to my desk so I thought I'd mention I saw her the day before. And bless her I think made her really embarrassed, she didn't think anyone from NU would recognise her outside of the building. I think she was secretly quite impressed though. I doubt anything will happen but it's nice to talk to people you don't know (and it helps if you think they're rather cute).

Yesterday I had a mock exam in Project & Systems Management (you know it's taking accounting exams that must just make me irresistable to the opposite sex) and it went quite well. Just over fifty percent in two questions, twenty-five percent in another and over ninety percent in another. So I feel I just may have a chance in passing this exam, it's gonna be close though.

Recently I have bought the new Cake and the Donnas albums. Both are rather excellent, but I'm going to have to send the Donnas CD back as it didn't come with the DVD as promised. The Donnas are playing in London on my birthday (17th Feb) so I'm definitely going to have to go to that and see if they'll sing me Happy Birthday. Oh I went to see Dizzee Rascal on Friday - he was excellent. I highly recommend his brand of Hip-Hop - 'Grime' - to anyone.

That's about it - oh I have a new cousin called Scarlett and I understand she is quite a nice baby. I doubt she looks as nice as I look in my baby picture below, but then again who can?

Bye, I love you all.