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  • My First Thanksgiving

    Well I was gonna do a blog for Matt's birthday but I never got round to it, but just to let you know it was nothing too unusual for a birthday round our parts. Went to spoons, the birthday boy got violently sick and the soberist ones (of which i was unusually one) had to help everyone else get home. Lovely.


    So yes, onto my first ever thanksgiving. First I would like to point out that it is not that we just randomly decided to celebrate, it was in honour of our 2 American flatmates. it started as any other Thursday would, IR seminar, mondo's hour then Politics seminar, all very normal but soon after that came the start of the rest of the day. At 3 we went out to the field to play a game of American football which is apparently is a tradition and thus a part of our day.

     <i got bored of writing, i'll finish at some point>

  • The In Joke!

    Today saw my debut on essex student radio station Red AM which can be listened to:

    www.myspace.com/redam1404 or


     I would be lying if I said that it was my full radio debut, that happened in my cub scout days when I starred on the infamous Thames radio.. I believe all I said was hello I am Anthony and I am the sixer of blue six, but nevertheless it is the start of my rise to fame.


    So anyway as I was saying, today I guessed starred on 'The In Joke' a radio show hosted by my good friends Alex Hammond and Michael Crispin between the hours of 12 and 2 on sunday afternoons, do tune in. I went to the studio very excited and not at all nervous despite the number of rules I had been told that I couldnt break on punishment of death. The show started and we were off to a bad start a technical hitch after the end of the first song but it only improved. The main areas that I feel essential to point out are firstly, my choice of 5 songs that I was made to do and explain.. this was my own segment of the show and I picked some classic tunes for the occasion:

    The Libertines - Dont look Back into the sun

    The Holloways - Generator

    Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life

    the MACARENA

    Kid Harpoon - The Milkmaid

    This was not my only participation though as I frequently interupted the hosts talking with pointless talking, but the funniest bits of the show were deffinately the slip ups which were usually on Mikes part. The first one he decided to say lets have a bash down the microphone just before starting the bright eyes song and then later he told us to gag him up and throw him in the corner.. now to you clean minded people out there these may seem like perfectly harmless terms but we were cracking up with laughter. I also did manage to question if my sister was actually my sister.. ah the things you say on radio.


    And that was it for my guest appearance, I am now thinking of getting my own radio show because it was honestly one of the most fun things I have done since getting to University and it didnt involve alcohol - and now for something a lot less fun.. essay writing so bye readers



  • Public F**King Transport

    Most of the time I am a very cheerful fellow but on the odd occasion I do find myself getting very angry and this weekend was one of those few occasions and it is all due to various modes of public transport.


    Hoorah I thought as I finished my seminar on Friday, Im going home to see family and friends. Having pre-booked a train I left uni with a good three quaters of an hour to do what is essentially a 20 minute journey.. after buses being late, stopping to change drivers  for about 5 minutes and not stopping in the correct places meant that I missed my train by 4 minutes and so instead of paying just the £7 for the pre-booked ticket I had to pay another tenner.. I was less than impressed. This Lateness also made me miss the fireworks display that was pretty much the point that I went home this weekend.


    When I finally got home though I had a very nice weekend, on the Friday night I may have missed the display but I caught onto the end of the party that followed which was nice but I didnt drink because I wasnt in the mood.

    Saturday I went out with the lads, a few people that I hadnt seen for months like shane, leander and darryl and a few that I had seen a bit more recently but nevertheless were a joy to hang out with anyway. Mary was there aswell but not for the majority of the evening (dont worry I would see her the next day). Stupidly, under the influence of Dave, half the evening was spent by most on the itbox which I agree is good fun but not for more than 5 to 10 minutes really. Whilst some were doing that I was taking others up to the bar for sly drinks but I wasnt particularly drunk, it must be the london air as I seem to get drunk a lot easier in Essex.

    On Sunday morning I went for a nice breakfast in the cafe before sitting in watching the football with my family and then back to weatherspoons in the evening where I met up with Mary and her friend Teresa who I had not met previously but who seems very nice and as she has a boyfriend called Ant, clearly knows a good name when she hears one. Mary got quite tipsy and started trying to match make the barman with her good friend Jo. I spoke to Blondie on the Phone for a short while so he was almost there and also John (PNB) came in to say a quick hello which was a pleasant surprise as I havnt seen him in ages and wasnt expecting to see him all weekend as he told me he was working the whole time.


    But then today, started with the 6am start and despite making it to the station in plenty of time my return ticket didnt work because I apparently printed off the return ticket on the way down.. now why the hell would I do that, stupidbloody train company, so I had to shell out yet more money on train tickets.. GRRR. So in trying to save money on tickets by booking online I probably ended up paying double what I did last time so for future reference I shall not book online because public transport, especially in Colchester can not be trusted in the slightest.




    P.S. Well done Rossy boy for reaching two decades of life, you're bloody OLD my man