here comes the cringe

Wow its been a whileeee....

Recently..it seems like i'd been avoiding this blog..I dont think it was a case of busy times or anything...just felt like i could not be bothered. Like that annoying chore you were always made to do..buuuuuut I am back..well due to the fact that I'm in a financial meltdown(lol) and there is nothing else rather to do than to seep back into memories of what I must say was a very entertaining blog to read................after years of neglect.

So.....the lowdown? I've lost my flair..that canny nack of conjuring up words, phrases, insults..actually..to my mother has left me.. I've flown the nest..spread my wings..flooowwwn.............to uni..(severe letdown there)

Dont get me wrong its been amazing....and also very weird...and also some depressing bits. There's also been the ocassional, well actually more of it nowadays since it looks like im not going home, phonecall from the mother demanding she has missed me. We all know though she has missed the regular screamings of my name and rantings that go on in number 74!

There have been endless parties..endless drinking sessions with the rugby lads ending up in a competition of who can down pints and being labelled an animal when yours truly is able to consumer several amounts of guinness without spewing my guts out during the act...AAnd endless laughs with coursemates..

Actually looking back on the utter drab that is above....wooow i've lost a bit here.. not weight, lol believe me i wish that were the case....but flair..unpredictability...its now a case of 'lets tell them you're at uni'..and frankly its looking shit.. Like when the big brother writers run out of tasks and let them jump around in circles for 25mins...oh no wait, they do that anyway..... This looks like when you take the screens to watching a sequel where the first few have been excellent, but the next looks plain, and with every second your eyes take to view...every moment your brain takes to process speech..action..movement.....there's a little brain cell poking you...rather like plankton from spongebob....saying do you really want to continue with this crap?

I think i should just stop here..bow my head in shame..look to tsr for some inspiration.....for it was then my work was at its peak..then i was able to procure..the african masters of killjoy..then..i was able to put...in bold..about blackberry users being the bees knees..(of which i have one now..tragicly lol) but i fear my time is coming up..this short burst of boldness..of immense courage for an african kid to write about the goings on in his home...the house where if i quote Fumbi..."outside is England buuut inside here is Nigeriaaa..."..the house where happenings of women and wine bottles have meant the end of tsr meets and "pat's house"..and the house where i shall always face my doom..as the son of a black man! shit where was i? oh yeh..short bursts......well have we seen the end? or is there an epiphany to come..a rise from the ashes and all that shizzle? until then.....roll on uniiiii :p