The "Film" Your Friends Told You About

Out of fear of me neglecting this thingy (again), I have returned.

There's really not much to talk about considering the "awesomeness" of the coveted Fresher's Week was somewhat dampened by the fact that... well, I'm in the middle of the country with nothing to do. In layman's terms (where the Hell did that saying come from by the way?), the best night out one could have over in humble Crewe consists of a lovely tipsy stroll to the railway bridge with a bottle of cheap cider in hand, spending the best part of an hour looking out at the approaching trains whilst complementing the scenery with "ooh, aren't all the lights pretty!" followed by a drunken stumble to a curry house that looks like someone's front room, rounding the night off by wandering across the fields ultimately collapsing face first into a freshly laid pile of what can only be referred to as "recycled grass" from a nearby cow.

Anyway, as it occurs to me, I don't mind staying in for a few drinks and social banter with a few of my nearest and dearest thus making the middle-of-fricking-nowhere an ideal social scene for me. But I guess Fresher's Week let me down slightly purely because of how... you know when your mates tell you about a film that's really good and you really wanna see it and when you do it just isn't what you were hoping for...

In that sense, alcohol-fuelled evenings of wonder and, occasionally, inebriated lust play the role of the "film" your friends told you about.

Having moaned about all that, I don't mind about how much I drink this year, how much work I do, how many friends I have. I'm just happy getting on with it the way I want to and the massive downer this week comes from other people being on massive downers from the fact that they seem to be mainly borderline-alcoholic party animals let down by the overhyped "film". The general negativity from about 83% of the folk over here has started to bleed through and make me bitter and want to join them in their moaning, complaining and ranting over how the proposed "best week of their life" has been somewhat shit, which I am doing... here!

As for the other 17%, well I haven't heard from them since they're mainly the more introverted, would-rather-stay-in-for-a-few-drinks-and-social-banter-with-a-few-of-their-nearest-and-dearest types. You know, like me. Understandably, those kind of folk are a lot less vocal in public and if they have any complaints or feel the need to moan they do it on an Internet blog since their self-esteem is somewhat dampened by being so introverted that they feel the best way to express themselves is non-verbally yet public where they secretly like to think they have lots of friends and followers.

As for the rest of the week, well not much to say really. Although I am thoroughly anticipating how well I do in trying to pay attention during the "Television Genres" unit of my Film and TV Studies course, purely because the lecturer of the "Television Genres" unit is a very well educated Korean lady with an excellent grasp of the English language. However, listening to spoken English with a strong Korean accent does take some getting used to. Not meaning to take the piss or anything, I'm genuinely thrilled to be studying under the guidance of a professional, no matter what their cultural background; although considering the brief talks we've already had, I can't help feeling that half the students taking the "Television Genres" unit may mock the poor woman or cast aside whatever she has to say because they simply can't be bothered paying attention to listen properly. As for the rest of us on the "Television Genres" unit, I can't help feeling that by the end of this year, we'll be well educated in the field of "Television Jangas".

Pseudo-racism aside, I've been catching up on Junior MasterChef on BBC iPlayer whilst waiting for October to come around so that I may purchase a TV Licence so I can watch TV for reals instead of recorded and streamed by catch-up services online. It's like MasterChef, except it's kids cooking. And I mean it's like MasterChef. If I could cook braised steak and curried samosas with seasoned vegetables, including pan-fried aubergines in a leek and garlic sauce at the age of eleven, I'm fairly certain I wouldn't need to be in fucking University right now. The least I was expecting from these kids was melting chocolate in a bowl and adding Rice Krispies. Amazingly, I have seen the light to want to start cooking, like, properly thanks to these youngsters but unfortunately being a student restricts my budget somewhat to teabags, milk, bread, tinned soup and copious amounts of instant noodle snacks.

I guess it's just as well, the voiceover woman on the damn kid's show told me that if I want to cook at home too I have to get an adult to help me.