I very very very very very very very very very much doubt I will be sleeping tonight.

Today has probably been one of the most surreal, yet perfect days of my life. All I can smell is newspaper and all I can see is a strange looking man in a paperboy cap........

Apart from all of this kerfuffle though, I have to start doing actual work tomorrow! Can you belieber it! Firstly I have to catch up on the work I didn't do today because I was at some record store in East London exchanging words and looks with Thom Yorke which is basically two hours of business studies and an hour on SAM learning. Oh yes. I then have to do double history and an hour of English note taking/revision before my past paper on Wednesday. As well as all of this I have to go into school at 4 o'clock to do some music composition work. I am going to refuse to go into the music room until Sir accepts that Radiohead belong on the Wall of Fame and lets me choose an appropriate picture to represent them. So that's all my work for a day. Apart from this though I have two episodes of Eastenders to watch, a brand spanking new episode of Jersey Shore AND the finale of Silk!

I'm going to go and desperately try to catch up on some Z's, although I really can't see it happening, to be honest. I'll put Sherlock on, he's a quaint distraction.

You know,

I'm not entirely sure what this blog is suppose to represent.

Most other people's blogs seem to have some clarity on their posts.
As in you've got a fashion blog to travel writing to food for thought to diaries to music fans and to book reviews.

Basically, my blog represents nothing, apart from myself. I try to do the whole deep and meaningful prose from time to time but more times than not I just like to make a short and sharp statement on a video or a dress I like. Is that such a bad thing? I don't know? Maybe you know? Maybe Ronnie Wood knows? Maybe Sean Lennon knows? But I tell you one person who doesn't know: Inspector Lestrade, (you totally thought I was going to be all inqusitive and say Me) he doesn't even know his way out of Scotland Yard to the local tobacconist though... let alone the principals of blogging and the topics that should or shouldn't be covered.

Anyway, I'll try to be a bit more interesting and free flowing for my own benefit, as well as anyone who is so courteous enough to read this higgledy-piggledy blog.
In the mean time though (because I ramble on & on & on):

Oh give me to a rambling man, let it always be know that I was who I am.