Well the world's getting heavy and it sticks to my feet...

Another day, another pitiful display of the disillusioned younger generation throwing their life away, in the form of English Language. Foundation tier, of course. One boy decided he'd just draw graffiti about smoking dope. By all means smoke dope, but that's really no reason not to do your English exam. He got removed about 25 minutes in, and probably sloped off to get high. It would've been a lot more fun getting high if he'd actually done the exam though, wouldn't it? The rest seemed to manage to write about 3 sides of A4 in the two hours. Now unless they're all the most succinct, concise writers in the world, there's no way any of them are going to get near the 100 marks for the paper with that amount of writing. Still, I suppose the world needs plumbers and hairdressers too. I know that's a really flippant, classist, maybe even ignorant remark to make, but I think that there's probably a certain amount of truth in it.

Anyway, the shaky hands society will be in in 10 years or so aside, things are ticking along nicely. I did my first reviews for The Line Of Best Fit and they weren't too bad. It was hard, as I suspected it would be, to write three times as much as I normally do for an album, but with a bit if help from Wikipedia for some background info I managed to to churn out a healthy 400 words for each, so hopefully they'll go up sometime this week.

I have a date with the Duke (Special) on Thursday night, which should hopefully be a lovely occasion, and hopefully not similar to the show I saw at the end of last year. Review to follow I'm sure...

I'm still absolutely in love with Elbow, and cannot wait for their show at Royal Festival Hall. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for some kind of orchestra augmentation. I asked them about it recently, for an interview for Tasty (which was an absolute pleasure, sadly it was only an e-mail interview thought) but they were keeping tight lipped on their plans, so hopefully they'll be pulling something spectacular out the bag.

Can't believe YSL and Bo Diddely have died. I mean I can, but still. I see the death of YSL as quite a timely reminder that a lot of the fashion greats- Prada, Gucci, Versace (although she'd never admit it) and now certainly in the later stages of life, so it's a sad though that a lot of them will be off to big fashion house in the sky soon. And as for Bo Diddely, well I'll make not attempt to summarise what he did for music, except to say that it's definitely a big loss. RIP.

That is all, apart from the fact that I really need to make some kind of employment plan, because I'll be out of a job in a couple of weeks when the exam's finished, so I could do with anther one in place really.

'Pip.