YOU'RE A BLOG!

Urgh sums up my thoughts for the past week really. One big urgh. Firstly, I apologise, to all my media group and AddVantage module lot (Whom I’ve yet to meet). I’ve been extremely ill and bed ridden for the past week really, with worst patches being Wednesday and Thursday, and I’m really disliking this as I have a whole lot of flu and previously ate a whole lot of bacon. Swine flu, I don’t know. I’m not too willing to find out, having swine flu means people treat you like you have leprosy and run and hide when you come near. No fear for my little Priory Hall bunch though, they all have it. It’s their fault I do.

Blindman doesn’t though, interestingly. He will, he will.

But yes, frankly it’s annoyed the hell out of me. I’m usually a ball of energy and pinging around the place talking nonsense but now I’m forced to sit around and stare at Facebook (To pretend I’m interested in what some girl I met once in a pub who then added me like we were lifetime friends is crying about or whichever), or play Bejewelled. Bejewelled reminds me of an ex girlfriends mother, who instead of working for a living, she was all too happy to sit at home moving gems around and claiming benefits and dole instead. Lovely.

It has to be said, like mother like daughter on that one, but I digress.

I’m going to make another coffee, I need something to keep me awake after somebody set the fire alarm off last night destroying some bread in a toaster or whatnot.

Oh look, a play on words! Isn’t Dudley so clever?

This topic is my thoughts on disabilities, to which all may scream ‘Why! That’s such a controversial and emotional topic!’ Well quite simply, I’m brave enough to put my reputation on the line with this one, as my thoughts on it are probably worth a read. I have a new friend in university who has tunnel vision, which basically is a blindness problem that means you see like you were looking through a cardboard tube, and therefore finding things is rendered almost impossible. Walking at night is difficult, and finding your way in a club is, I assume, like me pinpointing a star in the sky and walking to it. I can’t phsyically imagine not being able to see, and my feelings on how hard it must be couldn’t match the reality of the subject.

Which is why we find it hilarious.

Our group of friends can move this guys food as he eats it, and when (For privacy reasons we shall rename him Edvardo) walks down the hall we stack things in front of him. We’ll duck and hide, poke him in the face, dance round him; you name it, it has been done. However, in a real situation, we will call out where bollards are at night, and link with Edvardo during a pub crawl, or just simply get him to follow our finger to something we’re trying to point out. I think the point I feel on the subject is that with this, and any disability, you can fall too easily into a trap of ‘look after the disabled and make sure they’re happy’ and wrap cotton wool on an entire subject, whereas real social living with the same pranks and the same silly jokes actually makes the situation a whole lot better.

Edvardo is not a disability statistic, not something to wrap up and look after, he’s a freshers student. One that’s going to be getting wasted and enjoying university like, if not more than, everyone else.

Well, on this blogging idea anyway. I’ve been on this website of endless greyness for a whole five minutes and all I actually care about is that it looks good. Right now I have decided upon a green/brown old fashioned theme with a tunnel on top as tunnels are an ‘in joke’ with my new group of cheery little people I like to call friends.

It appears all I care about in this course thus far is what my project looks like. Will this perhaps be the idea of this course, to enter into the business of design and style in journalism? Or will it simply be that I’m not satisfied until I have the perfect idea in my head? Either way, this seems a promising idea if I have suddenly become a blogging perfectionist. Now all I have to achieve is some words to stick in to my work of art.

Here’s 155 to start.