Alcoholism- Paddy

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Ginger Gaga - Alex

In the past I have mentioned "Daniel Cook", recently me and the graphically gifted so and so created a whole new genre of music by ourselves using just our mouths and imagination. Techbo, a crafty mixture of Bollywood and techno. Using our brand new genre we plan to assault the charts, assault's a little strong, gently approach is probably going to be closer to the truth. But believe you me when we're sat atop the commercial music scene you will not be able to lap up enough techbo, you'll be craving your next fix of the toe tapping + head bobbing like a lunatic looking for trouble. We'll be gracing the covers of all the trendiest glossy magazines and have giant articles written about our meteoric rise from the underground music scene to the money stuffed chart stuff. Trend setter wouldn't quite cover it, whatever we used to hide our sensitive bits would become a nigh on eternal trend for all age groups and I'm pretty sure that somewhere down the line we'd have a go at designing a clothing range consisting of just togas and leather boots with spurs. Vogue watch out. We would be so powerful that just in the hope of getting us for one show "Top of the pops" would start back up, and no one complain about how it's never really ended, one special a year doesn't really count does it? Reggie Yates and Fearne Cotton would be singing our praises and Anne Robinson would be seen having a boogy in the crowd. My jewfro (I'm growing it again so I will have one, I miss it already) will be held in the highest esteem and I will single handedly make the perm trendy again, prepare to see the perm and tache back on the street.

Actually I just did a quick search on tinternet and it's already been done...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU4aXpGLgbU

Well that's a waste of a blog, I quite liked the idea of fame and fortune. At least I delivered on the sillyness I promised on Tuesday.

3 day week- Paddy

This week I have only got a 3 day week at college! It's like being in the 1970s in England again. Well, not exactly like being in the 1970s or actually not at all like the 1970s except in having a 3 day week. Anyway, back to the point, I have only got 3 days at college for two reasons. Reason 1: I was once again struck down by illness on Tuesday and was unable to venture into college for fear of soiling myself at some point in the day. Fortunately I think that I have now recovered almost fully from my ailment. Moving on to reason 2 for my 3 day week, on Friday we have been given a day off. College has deemed it to be a "catching up day" and if I'm honest I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be catching up but I'm not going to complain, 3 day week and all. On the Thursday night prior to Friday one of my friends rather cunningly decided to host a social gathering to make sure we have something to recover from on the Friday. Obviously as none of us are 18 there will definately be no alcohol whatsoever within 10miles of the house. Honest. However, speaking of being 18, one of either Alex and I is going to hit that milestone on Saturday. It's me by the way. I will be 18 and an adult and I will be able to purchase an axe because I will be a man and mature enough to own an axe.
Right, I'm going to go now, I'll see you later in the week, presumably on Friday.

Dragons' den - Alex

I just watched an episode of the BBC television show "Dragons' Den" and it makes me think all sorts of strange things, one thing I do every single time I watch the show is judge the chances of any male entrepreneur receiving investment based on just his appearance. Often it boils down to how well his suit fits, how his facial hair is looking or how nervous they look. On a fairly frequent basis you see entrepreneurs who stand before the Dragons panting erratically before they have even begun there pitch, that seems to be a sign of things to come. Naturally the show makes me briefly desire the opportunity to pitch to the highly powerful investors but then I always ask myself "what on earth would I pitch to them?" Some of you may know that in years 10 and 11 (when I was 14-16) I took part in a "Young Enterprise" group where a team of roughly 12 like minded individuals set up a company and endeavoured to make the most profit possible whilst competing against other local groups in a competition to see who could demonstrate the best business acumen. I was the sales and marketing director of a company called Veco. Veco is actually very uncreative, our school was called cove so we just rearranged the letters. What did we do to earn ends meat? We bought little wooden boxes, decorated them and then re-sold them. We also produced an impressive valentines day spread including cards, roses and themed boxes. I'm sure you notice the slight sarcasm in that last sentence, sales weren't our strong point. What we were the bestestest at was the "people stuff", we had a knack of winning best stand awards and we also scooped the prestigous best presentation award at the final awards evening style event (just to boost my ego I'd like to tell you that I was part of the 4 people that gave the AWARD WINNING presentation as well as putting a lot of work into the writing of it). As a company over about 18 months we made somewhere in the region of £120 profit which we blew on one elaborate meal at a chinese resteraunt. By elaborate what I really mean is an all you can eat buffet cooked to an average standard. Most of us ate too much and our bellies were all full and sore, so I think of that as 18 months work well done.

I hope you look back on them 405 words as an actual borderline blog, not just an aimless and vaguely humerous rambling through what I have/will done/do. The intention is to impress you with a show of maturity whilst still keeping the fun loving Alex there. But just for you my next blog will be a silly one, rofl.

FIFA- Paddy

Weekends are usually a fairly pleasant time. However, my weekend was somewhat marred by illness. I spent a good part of Sunday in the bathroom, sat either on or next to the toilet, depending on which end my body decided it wanted to fire from. It was like the tiny people in my body had turned the taps on full. Sorry for putting that picture in your heads, I shall move on to a less vomit-based topic.
On Friday a video game is released. It will play a huge part in both mine and Alex's lives over the next year. The game in question is FIFA 12 if you were not familiar with the release date of it. Strangely FIFA 12 isn't the 12th installment of the franchise it is in fact the 16th FIFA game. They have been released annually ever since FIFA international soccer in 1997. Anyway thats enough on FIFA. Or is it, I've just realised this blog is looking a tad short and I may need to do a bit more on FIFA to fill it out further. Alex and I regularly play FIFA together, we even have our own Pro-Club on FIFA in which we play together. I play as the 6' 5" Junior Acharya, either in goal or as striker and Alex will carry the team as his African midfielder Royston Kibakki. Occasionally, we are joined by our friends and their multinational players, including some asians and a Mexican or two.
Right that's plenty long enough now, I'm going to go get a juice, probably orange.

I got served - Alex

As I seem to do quite early on in a lot of my blogs I will clear up any confusion over my choice of title. I did not go into an alcohol serving establishment and purchase a drink (I am a year younger than the age it is legal to purchase alcohol). I got served in the sort of "YOU GOT SERVED" sort of way. My big problem right now is Call of Duty based, as are a lot of teenage boys problems. My Mexican friend wants me to play some "Black Ops" with him but instead of pwning noobs I just get told that "The Call of Duty: Black Ops server is not available at this time. Please try again later or visit http://www.callofduty.com/blackops/status for updates." Well I did visit your website and it told me that there was no server problem on any platform. HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT TREYARCH?!?!?! If I pay £40 to buy your game with the intention to spend most of my cod time online then I am likely to become slightly peeved when this facility is viciously ripped away from me because your servers are crap. Call of Duty rant over.

Just as a side note I'd like to point out that in the title I said that "I got served", the hilarity from this comes from the fact that the blog went on to be about servers. Just in case none of you got that I thought I'd highlight it, I thought it was pretty clever.

I'm not good at titles- Paddy

Today I find myself unsure about what topic to write this blog. I have a horrible feeling it is just going to become a horrible and disjointed blog rambling through my thoughts and diving off at seemingly unrelated tangents to whatever I actually do get down. That means it'll be harder to think of a suitable title for the post. Usually I just look at what topic most of the blog was dedicated to, sometimes I make it a reference to something I may have said in previous blogs. However, as this blog has no allocated topic, and is unrelated to all other posts, I find my self in a tricky situation. Titling a blog is much harder than you might imagine, I never title my blogs on advance because many of them have no steady content. Also I have to pick a title that will grasp you, the readers's, attention on something so that I get many more page views than blogs written by Alex. Unfortunately he still gets more views than I do so clearly I'm no good at titling. Right this is going no where good, I'll call it a day, ciao.

A close shave - Alex

I used to not have hair. Then I had lots of hair. Now I have little hair. Yesterday Patrick informed you that I shaved my hair off, he wasn't fibbing. I did decide to take a set of clippers to my pride and joy for some reason or another. Just for the record I don't really know why I did it, I just got in from college and for the smallest proportion of a second I thought it would be a fun thing to do and then when I decided that it possibly wasn't the smartest idea I had the clippers pressed firmly against the left side of my tiny head. Five minutes in I took my shirt off, I meant business. After ten minutes of random feeling head shaving my hair was basically all a uniform 19mm. It took me roughly twenty minutes all in all to savage the work of art on top of and around my cranium and then as I stood there looking down on the ginger curly mass I realised what I had done. On a whim I had closed slammed shut a chapter in my life, bye bye quirky jewfro Alex. Hello boring normal haircut Alex. Bleurgh. Just so this blog isn't all about a sad topic I will tell you about the only bit of light at the end of the tunnel. I have began making a stop motion film, a picture of me a day for as long as it takes for me to re-grow a glorious Jewish afro. I plan to post a mini part to it on the blog at the end of every month before uploading the glorious full article at the end of the process. Well now I guess I have something actually worth living for. What a depressing sentence. What I meant is now my future actually has a purpose. That's no better. I'm wrapping this up before a psychologist sees this and brings me in for analysis. I shall speak to you on Sunday, until then, spread the word much loved minion.

PS. "The Departed" is a really good film.

The Hair of Alex- Paddy

Alex has a Ginger jewfro. It's his defining feature, you can see it in all of the pictures posted. It's even part of his twitter name. However, last night Alex lost his incredible mane in a moment of wildness from him. He shaved his head. Yes, I typed that right, he took an electric razor, set it to a grade 6, or 19mm if you will, and shaved his own head. Now instead of looking like a really poor man's Ronald McDonald, he now looks a bit like a Ginger person who enlisted into the army and has been given a regulation haircut. You can imagine how most people were surprised by the sudden change, especially when he then handed any surprised persons an envelope. The envelope contained the hair removed from his head. Let that sink in. He took into college an envelope of his own hair. It seems like the type of thing a serial killer would do like mailing his victims hair to the victims family. Fortunately Alex isn't a serial killer, otherwise this light hearted blogging he does would suddenly seem an awful lot more morbid.
On a vaguely related note, I need a haircut. My hair is now at that awkward length where it partially covers my ears. However, it's not long enough to leave over the ears, because it looks stupid, but if I tuck it back behind my ears, it also looks stupid because it is too long. I am going to have it cut, but not as drastically as Alex's. Right blog's over now.

Easy like a Wednesday morning - Alex

Yesterday Patrick only had one lesson and because of that he was able to rise from his cosy slumber rectangle at 9:30 in the morning. I aim to have this blog published by that time today, for today I have three lessons. The only lesson I have off today is first, hence the bloggin' in da AM (ante meridiem). Bold and italic, because you're worth it. For this blog to be actually worth something to you I'm going to have to introduce a proper topic fairly soon. Being let down. As a loyal Fifa ultimate team player I was promised early access to the online avenue of the game mode, the 20th of September is what the email said. I checked the website yesterday morning hoping to spend a bit of time getting myself even more excited for Fifa 12, instead I was greeted by a message saying that they aimed to have it up by 5pm GMT. The last time I checked was 8pm GMT and still nothing. LET DOWN. Some of you readers may be aware that Patrick has a girlfriend, well I bet you can guess what she has to expect... ;)

Oo err missus.

An immature break for which I apologise. Another thing that lets me down? Partying on college nights. You should have got the picture that I am a square, a boring sort and not the sort of guy who'd light a fart. I put this to the test on Monday night when I was invited to a party, on a college night! Obscene. Well it was not one of the best parties I have attended, I was stuck as "designated driver" so I thought that getting hyper would do a job. It didn't, I just had to put up with good ol' fashioned sobriety.

There you are, one proper topic, an immature put down of Patrick and a bit of Fifa chat. What else did you expect from me?

What I did today- Paddy

My Blog today is going to recount to you what I did today.
Today, I only had 1 lesson. ONE LESSON! THAT WAS IT! I only had one lesson due to a combination of free periods and a lesson not being on. All this combined to make my day. It allowed me to rise at the leisurely time of 9.30, instead of the usual 7.50, and still have an hour to get ready. Once I arrived at college, I rocked up to my only lesson and did a spot of work on my history coursework and once I had finished that, played this game. It doesn't appear to be very fun, trying to match a word to its definition, but I'm a huge geek and acheived th top rank of "Dynamo". I returned home before lunch, to find my sister and her boyfriend reclining around the house, unsure of what to eat for lunch. Ingeniously, I suggested a trip up the road to the local fast food chain, which we all enjoyed very muchly, except Stephen who was disgruntled by the not-so-large large fries he was given. Post-lunch we watched a film, all together on the sofa, like a happy family. The film in question was Arthur starring Russel Brand as a slightly richer verison of himself. I thought it was a good film until he stopped being drunk and funny and started to be sober and realistic. After the film finished it was still earlier than the time I'd have finished college had I had a full day. I decided I was going to do something constructive. I did homework whilst Vikki watched the abomination that is Made in Chelsea. For those of you who are American or otherwise and not familiar with the programme, Made in Chelsea is basically an English version of the Hills, or so I am lead to believe by Vikki.
Anyway, that is how I spent my day, I hope you enjoyed it.

Replacement - Alex

If Paddy were to peruse a career as a gigolo then he would be in fairly low demand, a discount gigolo if you will. A cheap, unexciting and undesirable product. I however now have a futuristic, sexy and sought after Paddy in my life. Paddy is the cute little name we in the Pointon household use to refer to my mothers new iPad. She was lucky enough to get the product through her work (she attends a lot of meetings all over the place so I assume it was deemed a necessity that she had means of keeping in touch with her emails and such) and he now spends his evenings and weekends on the coffee table in the living room entertaining the fingertips of whomever (or whoever, I've never understood what the "m" adds) doesn't have control of the telly remote. Mother P likes playing "coin dozer" with Paddy and she also uses him to check her emails. Sister P (she isn't a nun) plays "fruit ninja" with Paddy plus finding out all of the latest goss on Facebook. When me and Paddy spend time together I like to catch up on television using apps provided by BBC, ITV and channel four. I also find myself reading more and more news stories as it's very easy just to hold Paddy in one hand and with a single finger tickle his tummy to scroll down the page. I hope that reading this the obsolete Paddy doesn't get jealous, I don't think he's the sort for jealousy.

Just as a side note I'd like to open the floor to some feedback from you, Patrick says that he preferred the old look of the blog with the green and the blue whereas I much prefer the crisper looking orange template currently in place. If you actually care about this topic then I would like to invite you to comment on this blog and let me and human Paddy know which tickles your fancy, you sexy thing.

Homoerotic?- Paddy

I just finished writing an essay about the the growing political consensus across the UK in regards to Law and Order policy. It was a fairly average essay on my part, but, its done now and thats the most important thing.
Now after that completely unrelated sentence, i shall move onto what I will assume will be the body of my blog. I haven't really thought of what I shall write in this blog, I didn't plan this at all. Not that I ever plan my blogs, they are just spontaneously written. As spontaneously as a free-spirited man who burst into flame on his way to a random shopping trip. Ok, so maybe my blogs aren't that spontaneous, but they are as spontaneous as a blog I have to write every other day can be. Thats a thing, I could right about. As I'm sure you've realised Alex is in charge of the maintenance and upkeep of the blog, he handles the design and admin and what not. Now, I'm not in anyway criticizing the way he handles all that, its just I personally am not a fan of the new banner and colour scheme of the blog. I have nothing against the work of Dan Cook, its just the rainbows, and the unicorn, and the orange, and my huge crinkled face make the blog seem a tad homoerotic. Whilst I have no personal beef with some homoeroticism in small doses, I do have an issue with the amount on our new banner. It makes it seem far too much like the two of us are in a relationship, which we are definitely not.
I bet alex does some form of retaliatory blog now, insulting me, but I felt this had to be said. I'm sorry Dan Cook for slandering your work.

The messiah - Alex

Just for clarity in the title I am not claiming that I am the messiah, I am just a very naughty boy. The messiah is Daniel Cook. This is Daniel Cook. That isn't actually Daniel Cook, it is in fact just a fun little ditty about someone who happens to share his name. My Daniel Cook is something of a "technophile" and not the sort that likes listening to techno music. I'm sure that over the last few days you have noticed that the blog now looks a lot more swanky, mature and crisp, it also has a much more homoerotic banner, well for that you have the aforementioned Daniel Cook to thank. He made the banner/header in about twenty minutes using just photoshop and the photos of me and Patrick that he could find on google images (which I still find creepy). He then assisted me whilst I had difficulty making the header fit properly, so beyond selecting the template and making the side bits orange I did nothing towards the new appearance of the blog. As for Patrick, he sat near D man whilst he made the banner, but that's all he did, the lazy so and so. I've said his name A LOT in this blog so I'll tell you about Daniel Cook as a person, are you ready? He has dark brown/black hair although depending on where you look you might find the occasional grey one. At times he rocks the partially unshaven look, with a top lip and chin that look shaded in. His voice is deep and swaggerous, like a caucasian Barry White. In fact that would be a good way to describe him, a pale, skinny and less perfect (sorry Dan, but you know it) version of Barry White. With photoshop tekkers. Now time for me to go and enjoy my weekend, 5 days of college takes a surprising amount out of you.

Wasps- Paddy

Wasp are the worst living creature in the whole of the known universe and probably most of the unknown universe too. If I was in a position of god-like stature in which I could remove any creature from the ecosystem of the world and replace it with a being of my own choosing, the I would replace the wasp. I'm not sure what I'd replace it with, but it would be cuddly and quiet as opposed to stinger-y and buzzing. I have no particularly personal vendetta against the species due to stinging, I've only been stung once in my whole life thus far. However, I do have a personal hatred of the way they persist in ruining any meal I want to eat outside, be it a casual picnic in the park or a family dinner in the garden on a warm summers eve. They buzz around my head, land on my food and just make a general nuisance of themselves. They are the insect equivalent of the pre-show entertainer in the ailse at certain shows. You know the mime type guy who plays classic and humorous pranks on members of the audience as they walk in. The creature I envisage as a replacement for the wasp would not buzz around and touch your food, it would stand timidly a pleasif distance away and would be genetically engineered to implode if it came within 30feet of a picnic for a prolonged amount of time.
I'm done ranting about wasps now, and I apologise for wasting the whole blog venting my hatred. Anyway, I'll do a wider range of topics on Sunday. See you then.

Seemingly scrawny - Alex

I'm the first to admit that my physique is puny and disgusting, however I am actually the more muscular blogger on this website. This is why I am puzzled, Patrick has thighs as thick as a piece of twine and biceps that are just 6 atoms across, however he is not a completely uncommon size. Where am I going with this? Recently I bought a shirt in a medium, it felt and looked as if it had been stretched by a hippo. In an attempt to look less ridiculous in the shirt I sent it back and got a replacement in small hoping that it would hang a little closer to my bony body, sadly it is still a touch too large for me. In my quest for perfection I went onto the Internet to check if they did it in XS so that I could have my current small replaced, they don't. My confusion comes from the fact that if the smallest size they do is too big for an average height and not uncommon build then how do they expect to cater to people with bodies like Patrick? Anarchy. Either that or just this one shirt design is slightly out, who really cares.

Second paragraph, when I grow up to be a proper adult I want to look like Justin Timberlake currently does. He seems to be rockin' the tight curl look and is still widely regarded as incredibly attractive (which he is). Look at him! Cute smile, nice suit and curly hair that doesn't look ridiculous! I have none of those, I have a creepy smile, jeans + a tee and curly hair that looks so ridiculous. I guess I better go and try and salvage some self respect; Either that or kill myself. I think I misused that semi-colon. Oh well, I hope you appreciate that I'm trying to expand my literary skills. Goodbye readers, Pointon out.

Magic- Paddy

I just had my mind blown by Derren Brown. Not physically blown, and not in person, but I did just watch one of his shows on the tele and it did metaphorically blow my mind. For those of you who don't know, Derren Brown is this man and according to wikipedia he is a "psychological illusionist" which basically mean he does magic tricks. Now, I am a sucker for magic or illusions or whatever it is they call it and I especially love the head-splodingness of the small scale trickery performed by Dynamo. Dynamo is a small man from Birmingham who can make cards move without touching them and put phones into glass bottles. Just writing that makes it seem less awesome than it is so to back up its awesomeness I shall insert here a link to this video. Some of that is straight up witchcraft. 300 years ago I would have been gathering wood on with to burn his sorcerous body on instead of writing a praising blog. However, its not just the small british magician I have a fondness for, Penn and Teller, a duo I'm sure our American readers are familiar with, are also amongst my favorite magic acts. I prefer the larger and often morbid style of their works, involving finding a card by stabbing it through someone's hand or this one, in which Teller dies. That video also has John Cleese, if that makes it more appealing.
Im done now, I'll see you another time bbz xx

Anger and excitement - Alex

I am a bubbling cauldron of emotions ready to boil over, I'm full of anger, excitement and trapped wind. Plus I'm pretty sleepy because I stayed up to watch the very entertaining tennis match the went on between this sexy Spaniard and some bloke from Croatia, this tiredness probably contributes to the volatility of my emotions. Why am I angry? Because my little sister has been using my things, well my thing. She ran out of shower gel and decided to use mine, normally not a problem. But in this case she used the shower gel I was given as a gift, which at full retail price costs about £17 for 300ml, silly money I know. However because it costs a lot of money for one bottle I use it fairly sparingly, it probably took me 6 months to get through a third of it. My sister has managed to munch through another third in about half a week. HOW DOES SHE EVEN USE THAT MUCH?! Gah I was livid when I discovered that she was an expensive shower gel thief.

Now for the excitement, why am I excited? The Fifa 12 demo comes out today! Now I may or may not have mentioned that Fifa 11 has been played religiously by yours truly, as has Fifa 10, Fifa 09 and Fifa 08. Fifa 08 is when I became the joint biggest Fifa fan in the world. Just to highlight that I am genuinely excited as soon as I woke up I switched my Xbox on to see if the demo was live, it wasn't :( I am still on my Xbox (after a quick break for breakfast and "Shooting Stars") so that as soon as it is made available I can download that ting. Right now I'm just playing the rugby world cup demo over and over, I'm always England and now I've got the hang of it I frequently beat South Africa. 21-10 was the last score, the one before that was 27-5, I have tekkers. Unbelievable tekkers.

Now on that note I have to go, I haven't defeated South Africa in far too long and I need the toilet. Terra!

Promised- Paddy

On Saturday/Sunday Morning, I promised you, my readers (and also Alex's readers), a blog of epic proportions to counter the rubbish and underwhelming blog I wrote. This blog will contain all things, pictures posted, links to other stuff, witty anecdotes and whatever else it is you could want from alex'n'paddy, except alex.
Seeing as this is not being writte on my laptop, I am unsure what I will bee able to post a picture of as none of them are mine or of any relevance. I'll have a shufti and find something nice, like this:

Im not really sure of any details of the above sunset. I don't know where it is, when it was, why it was taken, who took it or how they took it. Well actually I'm sure how they took it was with a camera. Anyway, I think its a very pretty picture and thought youd like to see it.

Speaking of things you'd like to see, I am going to link you to this, a list of 101 things to do or see before you die. Now, I didn't read all of the list as it was fairly long, just over 100 items in fact, and I only linked to it because I promised I'd do a link and that fit nicely with my lead on. Thats a fairly long sentence, and it reminds me of the time a friend of mine wrote a sentence so long that he ran out of paper in which to finish it so he finished it on his sleeping brother's face instead. That's not true but I said I'd do a witty anecdote. Unfortunately that little story was only one of funny or anecdotal and it was the second one.

Right, this blog is now done and awesome(ish) and epicly proportioned and contented. Not that I'm arrogant or anything. See you around on the interweb sometimes.

Proper blog - Alex

I've only gone and done it again, whilst this time it is less of a find because it has over 2 million hits I have still discovered the best "mash up" in the whole world ever. EVER! Here's the link, get some of that in your ears, give them a treat. The smooth lyricism of Kanye over the freaky funky beats of the master of classical music. Oh my.

Because I'm far too white to talk about music for a whole blog (well music made by rappers and such) I shall change topic to something that everyone has an interest in, my future. Right now I am undecided as to what course I would like to take at university, something biology related is what I'm swaying towards simply because I am interested in biology, biology is an academically rewarding course that would demonstrate a certain level of academic achievement to my future employers and finally you'd get to do some pretty fun stuff within the course. I'm even entertaining the idea of doing a sandwich course (not the type that women should take!). However I have also given proper consideration to taking history at university because I'm better at that than I am any other subject (going on my AS results). Then again I started college with the intention of taking maths at uni, because I'm usually good at maths. Except for one exam where I got an E, that damned E cost me a whole lot of ums points. Sorry American fans, I doubt you know what ums points are. Because of that I shall move onto a third topic that I'm sure is much closer to your hearts, and it's fairly predictable but deserves its own paragraph.

Ten years ago today the horrible events that occurred across the US changed the way the modern world worked. I remember my teacher was American and he took time off, I remember burning candles in assembly and I also remember watching the news in an unparalleled state of confusion. I didn't understand why people would be so nasty. I for one don't for a second believe the conspiracy stories, nor do I fully understand the reasons the terrible attacks happened, but visiting ground zero in April was harrowing and the memorials left were both moving and powerful. It's good that American's have so much pride in the service people that paid the ultimate sacrifice and some of the storied to come out of 9/11 are nothing short of amazing. Being a Brit I'm never going to get the full range of emotions that I'm sure an American would but I do see this date as a date that will be remembered forever.

There you have some proper serious blogging, Pointon showing that he's more than just silly anecdotes and immature jokes. Now I have to go and try and bait the teenage mutant ninja turtles out from the man hole in the road outside my house.

A fairly (by fairly I mean really) short blog- Paddy

I am starting this blog over 50 minutes late and for that I am sorry. As it is not technically my day it will be a short and rubbish blog barely worth reading, and for that I am also sorry. I had intended to write this blog whilst I was watching Match Of The Day, or MOTD for short, but instead I was distracted by the goals and by Gary Linekar. He is an easy man to be distracted by, as my sisters retablos boyfriend pointed out "he is like a fine wine. He used to be fairly ugly but he has matured nicely and isn't bad looking now. No homo." Steve didn't actually use the phrase "No homo." but I thought I'd add it in just to help him out and to make his weirdly homoerotic simile less homoerotic. Not that homoeroticism is wrong, it'd just make any future scenario in which Steve meets Gary awkward, assuming of course that Gary Linekar reads alex'n'paddy. Homoeroticism is also a fiendishly hard word to spell, along with other words such as onomatopoeic and diarrhoea.
I know this is short but I told you it would be, which I'm sure is of no consolation at all, so I'm going now. I'll do a bigger, better blog on Monday, I promise.

Doherty - Alex

Peter Doherty is the rock star who I have recently become an even bigger fan of. I have always idolised him because his gargantuan amounts of drink and drug binges make him an ideal role model to any youngster. Sure he could get himself into a state but in the past few days I've being giving the back catalogue of The Libertines a thorough listening to and I must say that I am very impressed. "Don't Look Back Into The Sun" is potentially one of my favourite songs in the whole of the world ever and "Time For Heroes" is an absolute utter tune. I feel there is a lot I could learn from Pete's (Pete's a funny name) lifestyle choices. For instance the all day and all night partying is an aspect of life that I have not yet explored, maybe I should. The super model significant other is also another avenue of life that I would not mind a casual stroll down. As a matter of interest not only would I like to stroll along that avenue of life, I'd actually quite like to buy a house down it. Maybe start up a small pizzeria or a photocopying shop. Who knows, not me, not anyone, that's how life works. Unless you're religious and in which case then maybe people do know, maybe the big man/woman upstairs has everything planned out for us like a big and elaborate game of sims. Maybe I've gone off topic from Pete Doherty, maybe I should end this blog before I use the word maybe one too many times. In true Doherty style I've done this at a rock and roll time of day (well being up past my bed time makes me feel rock and roll). Now I need to go and listen to The Libertines and fall asleep, good night.

Stereotypes- Paddy

I'm watching an episode of the Simpsons. I'm sure all of you have watched one at some point in your life. It's that type of television show, popular all both sides of the Atlantic and presumably in places not bordered by the Atlantic too. The Simpsons is full of stereotypes. I'm currently watching an episode set in the not so glorious nation of Ireland and it is rife with references to Guinness, potatoes and leprechauns. I for one find this offensive as I have a mildy Irish name and do not in anyway condone stereotypes or racial slurs. Unless it's directed at the French, or the Germans, or the Chinese, or the Americans. I dont mean any of those except the French, the rest were just listed to fill up some space. Also the French dont read our blog, which is something I'm not at all bitter about. Actually, the Chinese don't read it either, but I feel I should respect them as the will one day be our overlords and we will be slaves in the Glorious Global Republic Of China. Only the North Koreans will be able to fend then off, by using a combination of repression and threatened nuclear strikes. Not that the North Koreans are stereotypically repressive or nuclear.
My friend that isn't Alex is here now, so I am going out now, good bye to you all.

College - Alex

Today I must return to college, as a mTter of fact I have 80 minutes until I am required to wander expectantly into my first class of the day. For me the day begins with a welcoming lesson on mathematics. Well actually that depends on how you look at it, you could argue that my day began with a refreshing shower and then a bowl of coco pops. Mmm coco pops. Then I watched ten minutes of television before progressing upstairs to defecate, and that's where I am now. On the toilet. iPod in hand. Tapping out a cheeky blog. For not the first time I fully expect to post a blog before Patrick has opened his adorable little eyes to the scary world. Then again for some reason I am an early bird, waking up after half past eight seems to throw my body into distress and waking up after nine (which I appreciate is also after half past eight) sends me into a massive frenzy. Although now I won't get the opportunity to stay in bed until a silly time like 8.13 till Friday. I miss my lay ins. That's right, for me thirteen minutes past eight in the morning counts as a lie in. I'm sure a complete square. I'm going to finish this blog Paddy style (disappointingly early) because I only have 73 minutes to get to maths! Also I need to go and do a watercolour of Yogi bear eating a steak.

Early birds- Paddy

The well known phrase runs "the early bird gets the worm". As you may have worked out from several of my past posts, I am no early bird. I am the least early of birds, as birds go, I am as late as the dodo. (What a pun that was!)
However, this week my late rising habits of the past few weeks have been broken. Yesterday I was forced to rise at 7am to go to work with my mother for a day. Today, I arose even earlier at the stupidly early time off 6.05am. Why? To drive 3 1/2 hours north to look at a university in glamourous Sheffield. If I'm honest, it wasn't worth the journey, no offence to the citizens of Sheffield. Anyway, continuing my week, I mist also rise before 8am tomorrow and Thursday for the start of my new college year. Friday, brings another visit to a distant university, this tine awakening early to visit Cardiff, which is disappointingly Welsh. This weekend brings no relief from my sleep deprived mornings as Saturday will be filled travelling to a third university in only 5 days, this time the not-as-north-as-Sheffield-but-still-quite-northern Nottingham. Fortunately, Sunday is the day after Saturday, as it usually is, and as we all know Sunday is a day of rest. I intend to use it to it's fullest and rest. If I get out of bed before 12pm then it's either snowing or I'm being handed a cheque for at least £1,000,000,000,000,000,000. Apparently that is 1 quintillion pounds so maybe I've over stated that. £100 is probably more realistic, not that any one will pay me.
That's me done today, I'll see you (metaphorically) on Thursday!

Oasis - Alex

You gotta roll with it. You gotta take your time. You gotta say what ya say, don't let anybody get in your way.

Oasis, a band formed around two strangely Arabic looking Manc brothers and then some other guys that few people are fully aware of. Last night whilst in bed I was listening to Oasis and the inevitable happened, I fell asleep but left my music on. I think I fell asleep to "Songbird" and I'm sure it's no surprise to you that I woke up to the infectiously upbeat tune "Roll with it". This ensured that I woke up with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, sadly today I don't plan to use the spring in my step. This is because I plan to spend a large proportion of today sat on my cute little white mans butt. Just to clarify I actually plan to spend some time today polishing off my personal statement and then I need print some stuff off in preparation for college on Wed-nes-day.

HOOOOLLDDD ONNN, DON'T BE SCARED, YOU'LL NEVER CHANGE WHAT'S BEEN AND GONE, MAY YOUR SMILE, SHINE ON, DON'T BE SCAAARRREEEEDDDDD.

As you may be able to tell, I didn't turn Oasis off, in fact I plan to let my iPod scroll through the 79 Oasis songs I have for the rest of the day. But right now I'm off to make some breakfast and play kerplunk with Kermit the frog, I expect to lose, he looks like a frog who's good at children's games.

Xfactor-ish- Paddy

I'm not proud that I watch the X Factor, but nonetheless I watch it anyway. I'm sure a high proportion of you also feel this way about the love child of Simon Cowell but I'm also vaguely sure that we all watch it to see the freaks. You know the acts I mean, the balding 40 year old man who still things he can make it, or the act who insults the talent of the woman judging her. These are the people we watch it to see, the bad acts, once all the auditions are over and we are left with only the people who can actually sing it gets a tad boring. Although by that stage I feel compelled to see it through to the end having watched that much of it already.
New topic! Not related to a television talent contest. This paragraph is going to be about pyjamas. Despite the fact it is almost 4pm and will be past 4pm by the time I post this, I am still wearing my "pjs". This is also something I'm not proud of, but hey I loom classy in my pjs. They are your standard traditional button up jammies and I feel that they are perfectly acceptable to be worn around my house. Obviously if we had guests I would get dressed but as we don't I won't. I'm a maverick like that. Maverickal in such minor ways, wearing Christmas socks in august or drinking 4 pints of diet coke. Or starting my sentence with the word "Or" despite that being grammatically incorrect. I'm such a maverick I'm going to end this blog halfway through my next sentence. I'm just going to stop typ

Feet - Alex

I have played a lot of football in the last few days, and gosh darn don't my feet know about it. I appreciate that as a topic my feet is a particularly gross but I am a gross human being so your queezyness means little to me. Soon it is the start of the 5 a side season so I decided that whenever asked to go out and indulge in the great game I would do so, for fitness and such. Whilst I feel that I have slightly improved upon my stamina it is the rocket I keep on the end of my right peg that has seen the biggest improvement. No longer do I have a wild shotgun that will shoot in a wildly powerful yet woefully inaccurate instead I having a homing missile, painfully destructive yet surprisingly finessed in terms of accuracy. I feel they are two similes of epic proportions, it's a shame that only our soccer following fans will fully understanding them. Now to a topic less vomit inducing, college. In 4 days I go back to college and I am not looking forward to it, sure I get to meet new people, but I hate new people. There's also the age old argument of "you get to see your actual friends everyday", well no, if they were my actual friend then I would have seen them throughout the summer. Except for Pat, I detest him to the very core and occasionally we ran into each other over the holidays. I hate that boy. I joke, I joke, I love the skinny little runt. Love him to pieces.

Anyway I have to go and battle Jackie Chan in a fight to the death whilst doing a water colour painting. I shall speak to you on Monday minions.

Germany- Paddy

I just watched England play Bulgaria. I watched in a pub like a real football fan, but unlike a real football fan I had a diet coke because a) I am 17 and therefore can't legally drink and b) I had to drive my dad home as he was drinking beers. Anyway, that is besides the point, the final result of the game was 3-0 to England. I'm sure you're all very happy with thar unless you despise football or are Bulgarian. I don't think the second option will be fulfilled much, I don't believe Alex and I have a particularly large fanbase in Bulgaria. If we'd have been playing Germany and won 3-0 it would have meant two things. Firstly our small German fanbase would presumably have been outraged and secondly I'd have been dreaming. Or perhaps thirdly (I just added a third reason)I have just travelled back in time 10years to that historic 5-1 England had against Germany in the Fatherland. By the fatherland I mean Germany obviously, because it makes their defeat that bit more humiliating. Now I shall apologise to the Germans for mentioning that, but at least I didn't mention the War. Damn, I just did entirely accidentally. I'm sorry please don't forsake our blog because of me, at least continue for Alex's sake!
Right, I think I've offended the Germans enough for one day, not that I intend to offend them in the future. See you Sunday bros and also females too.

Karma isn't real - Alex

Karma is the theory that every good deed is balanced out with some good luck and every bad deed is balanced with some bad luck. That may not be the dictionary definition but I'm positive you knew what karma was anyway. Well no matter what the dictionary says it is, it isn't real. This morning tickets to see Kasabian went on pre-sale, I was hoping to purchase 6 standing tickets. However I was firstly greeted by the surprise that you can only purchase 4 tickets from any one address, that's ok, that can be worked around. But then, BAM no more standing tickets left. How? They've been pre-released for ten minutes. Tough, no luck for you Alex. Looks like I'm going to have to enter the lottery that is general release and hope I get lucky. If I miss out on seeing Kasabian I will kick off though, not sure who at, but I will. Relating back to the title, why do I deserve some good karma? Well yesterday I verbally agreed to take part in an "ultimate triathlon" along with three of my friends in order to potentially raise a wad load of dosh for an undecided charity. "Ultimate triathlon?!" I hear you say. Well it is a long cycle, I can't remember the exact distance but over 50 miles followed by a swim over 6 miles long and then a run over 7 miles long. In other words it is cycling from London to Portsmouth, swimming to the isle of white and then running around the island once. I must be crazy. But I like the idea of having some good karma to use for the rest of my life. And on that note I'm going to do some gardening, get out my bad vibes.