Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Student Life

OK so I'll be honest, I knew when making the trip over to University in England that student life would be a lot different compared to living at home. I guess it was specifically how it was going to be different that I was unsure of, and I am a hell of a lot more independent than I was, in numerous ways. Over here, I am independent as I have to physically go out and purchase my food and drink (i.e. alcohol). Over here, I actually have to budget myself so I have enough money for each term...to avoid death and actually survive.

Being able to budget successfully is something I am yet to even slightly get to grasp with. I may never get the hang of it, who knows? Boy though do I know the pain that you suffer if you don't manage your money properly. Living off beans and rice is something I would call the norm currently, and I concede I miss the feeling of having the option to vary my diet. I miss a healthy plate of pasta with chicken and bacon, or a lovely risotto. I even slightly miss mum forcing some rather obscure stew down my throat... although don't tell her that!

I think one of the biggest underestimations I made was how unfussy a student has to become when going shopping. For somebody who adores the original Coca-Cola and not some lame excuse of the cola flavoured amazingness in "Co-op cola flavoured soft drink", this is a devastating experience. Back home I'm jokingly known to be the "young prince" amongst the family. Now obviously, one starts to wonder how much of the statement actually is a "joke" when it's repeated every two seconds (slight exaggeration there, maybe every 2 and a half seconds), but hey... I only settle for the best of the best. Well actually apparently not... seeing how as I type this, I sip away from my glass of Co-ops pathetic substitute for Coca-Cola. Fuck my life.

In all honesty though, the items you have to surrender and just not purchase is a low blow every time I enter any supermarket, no matter how nice they may be. I've learned to discover that the price really is a lot, and snacks like "Honest Roasted Peanuts" priced at £3.97 per peanut can not be bought. Boo.

Student life really has changed the way I think about money though, completely. If somebody were to ask me, "Here pal, can I borrow a couple of quid?", I would seriously stare them down until they backed away and took back what they said, apologising during the process. Ok, maybe that's not the best example, but you catch my drift. For instance, I am currently not out with the rest of the lads tonight, who are currently pre-drinking in another flat in the halls of accommodation, before they taxi it to the club "Steam". Yeah, I know, appropriately named or what?!

In fact, what actually sums this whole entry up, is that today I got my friend to cut my hair. Now, despite this being a serious nail-biting experience (used for dramatic purposes, I hate biting nails), it actually turned out pretty well saving me some valuable pennies along the way too! So wahey, it is kind of dodgy looking though... a bit..

It's all good though, as I get paid on Wednesday. Thank the lord, as I have literally been living off pennies. All I'm going to say is, Wednesday night... I'm sorry liver, I really am, for what may or may not occur. Ok, IS going to occur, and no I'm NOT sorry, I have been sober far too many nights recently. Fuck you.

Laters, R.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Guess who's back?

I have decided that my efforts to keep up my blog were nothing short of diabolical.

For those of you who don't know, I am now at university. This isn't an excuse as to why I haven't been writing more entries, but it is a reason. Busy little bee I am.

I shall return very soon with better blogs than ever.

Adieu, R.

Saturday, 23 July 2011

One week too little

I've been at home for a few hours now and I have pretty much done nothing but think, for numerous reasons.

Time goes by so quickly. I really don't think this can be stressed or exaggerated enough by anybody, and if it is to be true that time seems to go quicker the older you get, I don't have long left! But in all seriousness, a week goes by so quickly. I was away in London for a week with my sister visiting dad, and it truly felt as if I were away for 2 or 3 days. Scary.

Talk about being completely stressed, well holy shit. This time last week mum took myself and my sister to the airport. Whenever dad and my sister and I have agreed a date for coming and going to and from London, he usually rings me and I book the tickets online. Well, this time round, I happened to be out with friends and so mum took it upon herself to do my job. She booked them fine; departing on the 15th July and returning on the 22nd of July, everything was fine and that was that. En route and close to the Belfast City Airport, I hear mum say something but I don't make it out, as I have my earphones in listening to some music which I prefer, rather than bloody BBC Radio 2. Exactly. Anyway, I take one out and ask her what she just said. Mum replies, "It is definitely the City Airport, right?" I then sigh and say, "Why do you even do that to yourself? You booked the tickets this time, not me." before putting the earphone I took out, back in.


Leaving the car and walking towards the entrance of the City Airport, whilst jointly trying not to look like an imbecile and a weakling carrying my hand luggage stuffed to the absolute capacity as a result of our decision to not bother with luggage, I smile to myself thinking about seeing dad for the first time in nearly a year. The three of us go into the building as the automatic doors make way for us, and turn left heading for the check in desks. I scan from left to right to try and identify where it is we are going to have to queue. Alarmingly, I can not see the green of "AerLingus" anywhere. I turn to look at mum and I worry that this is almost as if she is a step ahead of me as she has already grabbed her iPhone out worrying. This is confirmed whenever she murmurs "Aww Guys." There is then a silence before she turns and begins to do that awkward looking movement in which her brain and body can't decide whether to walk or jog, which is then followed up by "Quickly, come on!". Anisa turns and follows, while I stand in mere disbelief that this is happening for a few seconds, before saying something (it's best I don't quote) and then jogging back out where we have only just entered.

A few angry words were then dished out whilst the three of us were wogging (Yes, I did just call the awkward walk and jog mixture "wogging") until we had driven out of the short stay car park, mostly on my part. There was little reply from mother as I think she realised she had ballsed up on this one occasion. We then headed for the International Airport, to try and somehow not miss our flight. Mum probably did an average speed of about 86 mph and I was sweating like a priest in a playground, and yes, despite wearing antiperspirant.

We get to the International Airport, find a space to park and storm through the entrance. Typically, the Aer flipping Lingus desk was at the very bottom of all the check in desks. I didn't want to run and look like a prick, but I was forced into it given the situation. We got to the desks and the queues were massive, we used one of the "self-check in" desks as we didn't have luggage and we had the reference number, but when I typed in the reference, the screen read, "check in closing for this flight, report to desk 51 immediately." Well that made me shit bricks. Mum let out this weird scream already in a flustered state, and I just wanted to curl up and die. The woman at the desk initially said that check in was closed, but due to our fortunate decision to not bring any luggage with us on our trip, we were able to plea our case and whipped out the X-Factor like sob story of how we were going to see our father, we hadn't seen him in ages bla bla bla. The women, who happened to be a solid 6/10 for any keen readers, picked up the phone and rang to check, before giving us the nod to let us know we were good to go, just. I actually don't think I hugged mum goodbye, as I sprinted towards the gate's direction and to the security alongside my sister. Yes, for the record, everybody stares at you when you sprint through an Airport. It is shit craic.

Usually I don't have any hiccups going through the security. Y'know when you have to put your bag through the scanner along with other items such as your hoodie, belt, money, phone etc? Well, Jesus wept. Of course it would be on this one occasion when it would be great if we could get through as quickly as possible where they decide my phone has a bomb in it. Obviously this is an exaggeration, but I really did feel like saying," Hahahaha aye, didn't I tell you?! I'm Osama Bin Laden!" Even though he's dead they would have still probably not let me through. Twats. Anyway, the two of us just about made it to our gate. We then proceeded to sit and let every single person board the plane before us as I put forward the fact that, "we nearly missed the plane, we may as well be last on".

Too much drama, even for me. It was all worth it though, I had a fantastic week with dad over in London. It's just a shame as I'm sure you were able to tell earlier, that it was so brief. Hopefully it won't be too long until we get over again to see him, maybe the end of October if all goes well. It is always quite difficult leaving dad. It was even more so today, after a shorter period of time than the norm, as both my sister and I know that he'll go home to his house, alone, and will probably be quite emotional whilst feeling the loneliness more so than usual. I love my dad, and really do hope he is ok in times like these.

I have an interesting fact. I saw an extremely good looking girl today. The most astonishing thing about this statement is the fact she was German. It was in the shopping/cafe section after the security but before your gate, where basically you waste time if you have time to waste before you board your flight! Well actually, I saw her when she was arriving with the party of people she was with, before seeing her at the cafe afterwards. Some of them were wearing yellow t-shirts with "Eastbourne 2009, 2010, 2011" on the front,(observantLAD) so they were on a trip together of some sorts. When I first saw her whilst dad was having a cigarette, I caught her eye. Actually I caught her eye like four times. Not that I counted or anything. I didn't really take any notice though, other than how attractive she was, but later on when I was sitting on a stool, sipping on my hot chocolate whilst my sister was doing a spot of shopping, she walked past right in front of me with her friend, and turned her head round and looked me completely in the eye. And that ladies and gentleladies was the moment I thought, "I'm surely in there?". (pickinguponthesignalsLAD) Sadly though I didn't do something about it. I watched her order something and then next thing I know she has wandered off somewhere. I did however see some of these fellow Germans with the yellow t-shirts (itpaystobeobservantLAD) and contemplated giving them my number to give to her, but feared out for numerous reasons. The main reason being I don't possess testicles. I regret not talking to her now big time, but then again what would have come of it? BUT THEN AGAIN, she was so fit. A solid 8/10, without a doubt. The shorts she was wearing were sexy as. ARGH. (wisheshewasmoreconfidentandcouldgobackintimeLAD)

So...if your reading this.....get in touch. Now. Like this instant, without further a do. (wecanalldreamLAD)

In attempt to move on from my misery, so far so good in terms of the iPhone 4. I am really impressed with it, and basically feel like king fucking ding holding it. I like how it only took about 10 minutes to sync all my music on to it when I came home, and the apps are class. My only point in which I am not fully brown-nosing Apple is that the battery life seems pretty shit. It seems to run out rather quickly, but as that's the only negative point, I am very happy and grateful I now own one. A 32 GB one too, not to rub it in or anything.

Oh yeah, just remembered. It's the German Grand Prix this weekend in Formula One. DAMN IT.

Laters, R.

Friday, 15 July 2011


The past few days have been great, apart from a few things. I guess they couldn't have been helped though, which is a complete shame.

But yes, rehearsals for "Popular" have finally started; which has been great. As challenging as it has been so far, I think it's going pretty well and I can't wait to get fully into the swing of things. I have gotten the chance to get to know a few of the cast members a lot more, and it seems to be a great bunch of people. So bring it on!

I leave for London tomorrow at lunch-time! Yesssssss. It'll be fantastic seeing dad, as it has been nearly a full year since I last saw him. I will hopefully write a blog whilst I am away....if I can be bothered / find time.

I am also excited about the fact that I am getting an iPhone 4 tomorrow. WAHEY. :)

That's just a picture for all of you who don't know what that is LOL JK I just wanted to emphasise the point. I guess this comes along with the fact I have already conceded I will be on Twitter and Facebook even more than I already am...if that was possible. Due to this anticipation, I decided it'd be wise to ring O2 today to see if I could change my current tariff, and if it were at all possible to do it via a phone call. "Hello, this is Anthony speaking, how can I help you?" was how I was greeted or was pretty close as to how my call was answered, after being on fucking hold for 5 minutes. What is up with the music that all companies seem to play when you are on hold? As if being on hold wasn't bad enough, they then make you listen to some bullshit sounding excuse of a "song". I mean dear Christ.

Anyway, Anthony turned out to be very friendly and it was a great help. I changed my tariff (because you all care) from 600 minutes and unlimited texts, to 300 minutes, unlimited texts and 500MB of internet. Bring.on.the.iPhone.bitch. Not only did I change the tariff, but he told me where the nearest O2 shops were in reference to where dad lived etc, so I can get the specific sim card for the phone tomorrow. I am aware it probably meant all he did was type in a postcode to a search bar, but it was the fact he asked would I like him to do it, etc. After all, it's the thought that counts. Then again.. it's his job. Robbie you twat.

As many people know, I have a real love for music. Despite this though, my more specific passion is in fact (no, not being drunk) soundtracks from Movies. My favourite movie for the consistently amazing soundtracks throughout, is Inception, which actually is one of my favourite movies as well while I'm on the topic. Here's one of the soundtracks below. I honestly feel that when listening to it, it's as if it is taking you through a journey of your life so far. I want this to be playing when I die.

Amazing, right?

Laters, R.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Independence Day, eh?

Now that Wimbledon is over, a big portion of "HEYA, GUESS WHAT? YOU DON'T HAVE A LIFE!" came and slapped my face up. I pondered on the question, "What will I actually do during the day now?" for a staggering 7.3 seconds...before sighing and thinking, "Sleep".  Ok but seriously firstly, I actually do wonder what the heck I will do and secondly, I can't do that. EVERY flipping Summer I promise myself that I won't sleep most of my holiday away, to no prevail thus far unfortunately. This Summer could be different starting from now!..or not, bed is a glorious place.

Today was actually quite a sad day, and a mildly depressing one too. Seeing status updates and pictures being uploaded from the tour party (in which I was forced to drop out of) earlier was rather tough to look at. I thought to myself when the boys departed for the U.S.A. and Canada tour, "I can do this, I can do this. I shan't be too upset. I know that if it had have been possible I'd be with them, but hey, it was out of my hands and there was nothing that could have been done". That was fine. It was when I saw on my news feed that the lads had "checked in" at Seattle which really hit home. Fucking stupid lame excuse of a rugby tour with a crowd of smelly young males never even wanted to go anyway. Aye.

When hanging up the phone that day after dad rang to tell the bad news which I meant I couldn't go, I had held out hope of going to Oxegen as it would be class to go again following last year's amazing 4 days. It would have too offer some sort of consolation to losing out on a trip of a lifetime. It is now actually only a matter of days until the music festival begins, as it starts on Thursday. With this being 2.44am on Tuesday morning, I somehow doubt that I will be in attendance. The funny thing is, is that it actually isn't the fact that Oxegen is 2 days away which would stop me going, it's due to being completely skint. Due to being a very laid back bloke, I'd classify this as ample time to buy a ticket, buy a tent, buy a huge carryout and get down to Punchestown Racecourse, but unfortunately I don't have the funds to do so.

So yea, depressing much eh? No rugby tour, and no Oxegen. On the plus side, I can be thankful for everything I do have and everything I will get to do this Summer....LOL JK anyone who tries to tell me that, here's a warning to you. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Only kidding I do have things to look forward to, thank god : -

  • London - 15th-22nd July. Visiting dad with my sister.
  • "Popular" - This is the play I am doing this summer, which is to be performed in the first week of September 2011. Rehearsals will be starting very soon.
  • Sleeping 

Today is obviously a great day for millions of people in America as it is their national day. It is the "4th July" and obviously their "Independence Day", as years ago in 1776 the legal separation of the Thirteen Colonies from the Kingdom of Britain occurred. It is celebrated today as it is thought to have been on this day when Congress signed the Declaration of Independence, despite many historians concluding that the Declaration was signed nearly a month after its adoption, on August 2nd 1776 and not on the 4th July as is commonly believed. Anyway, who cares. It is celebrated today and so, Happy 4th July to all the Americans out there, and more importantly to Abby! Long may your Independence last, as I'm sure it will.

...Abby Metcalfe!

Hope your all OK, and aren't as depressed as I!

On the plus note, we are having god damn sexy weather right now. Northern Ireland, I'm impressed.

Laters, R.

Thursday, 30 June 2011


A week into my Summer, and I am so chuffed to be off at last. Due to painfully starting my exams first and then being one of the last to finish, the feeling of relief that overwhelmed me to begin with and which is still within me, was and is fantastic. It's actually pretty funny.. I'd be sitting enjoying the wonderful tennis that is on show at Wimbledon at the moment, and then I'd get a feeling inside me. It took a while to realise but this feeling is actually guilt.. a feeling that I got ever so used to whenever I avoided revision from the middle of may until last week. But then I remember I am finished all exams, and off for summer. FUCK YES.

As I sit and type this entry, I look outside and notice the rain falling from the dark clouds and think, "Pfft, some weather for summer". I do hope that this improves.. drastically. Hail stones in summer just doesn't do it for me. Shocker.

Anyway, probably what I have been doing most in my first week off for summer is watching Wimbledon. I have actually been glued to it, I seriously do watch pretty much every single match. But hey, I love sport and I love tennis.

Today saw the definite biggest upset thus far in the competition, with Jo-Wilfried Tsonga beating the 16 time grand-slam and 6 time Wimbledon champion Roger Federer in a five set thriller. This was the first time Federer has lost in a grand-slam tournament from winning by two sets to zero. I was cheering and chanting for Jo throughout the match, as I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the under-dog beating the great champion. I feel it was great for the tournament, and it obviously gives Murray a better shot at it. In fairness though, Roger went out gracefully, and took losing like a man, which I have lots of respect for. I do however have a cheeky £5 bet on Murray to win Wimbledon, which I placed before the tournament started.. and I was pleased to see him convincingly beat Felciano Lopez today.

Below is a picture of the sexy beast in action at this years Wimbledon.


I began writing this just before heading to the cinema last night at about 8.30pm. It is now then next morning and I have now seen Transformers 3, 3D. I'll just be brutally honest in my next sentence. I felt very let down leaving the cinema as it was indeed quite woeful. I mean don't get me wrong there are worse movies out there, but it just didn't do the trick. Firstly, it was two and a half hours long, and it pretty much had me bored with an hour or so to go. It was quite cheesy at parts.. and Shia Labeouf destroyed the top dog of all transformers. Yeah, really realistic. ALSO there was no MEGAN FOX. Enough said.

I am very excited about this coming Summer, as I will be doing a show in Belvoir Players, Belfast. The book on which the play is based on is being released on the 7th July, so very soon indeed. It is called "Popular" and it's by a guy called Gareth Russell. You should definitely go and get the book when it comes out, and then come and see the show at the start of September. I am extremely pleased to say I got a principle role, so roll on the rehearsals! I have a cast read through tomorrow at 9am so I'll meet the rest of the cast, and I'm looking forward to doing so. 

Hearing the moans and groans of two women downstairs, I'm reminded that (no, very funny you dirty minded git) the first Ladies Semi-Final has started. Having just received news that my dad is at Wimbledon at Centre Court watching it, I am seriously jealous. Damn him. He probably doesn't even care he is there. Ah well, I'll just go watch on television (boohoo) and try and spot him out in the crowd. 

Just wanted to check in, as I hadn't in a while. Hope your all well.

Laters, R.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Oh yeah

This is just an entry, midst all my exciting activities that I am involved in right now, to say that I am off for..


I shall write a proper entry soon, but at the moment I am still in full disbelief right now, having finished school forever.

Talk soon biatches.

Laters, R.

P.S. Enjoy this video. I think it's rather appropriate!