It's snowing out 'ere

So I woke up this morning (I say this morning it was about 15 minutes ago) brushed my teeth, had a shower, went to the fridge and there's no butter. Fuck. The dad then informs me the mum has gone to the market to do the weekly shop, I then look outside the window. HOLY S#%T! That's some serious "type of precipitation within the Earth's atmosphere in the form of crystalline water ice" falling outside. As I reconsider reaching for the cold Supermalt I put in the fridge last night (I say last night it was an hour ago) and having cereal with cold milk to start to think. First I feel bad my mum is now in Dalston carrying lots of shopping trying to get back home (She left an hour before God sneezed on his table full of cocaine and it all fell to earth  turining into harmless "type of precipitation within the Earth's atmosphere in the form of crystalline water ice" as it entered our atmosphere). Is she going to get the bus home, buses now filled to the brim with snow encrusted rowdy West Indians (you know it's true)? Or is she going to try and walk it home, she LOVES telling me about how she can walk from here (Old Street) to Archway (3.4 miles), then from Archway to Dalston (2.9 miles) and finally from Dalston here (1.6 miles) to which I would raise both my eyebrows in pseudo-admiration and half-heartedly say "Not a fan of the Oyster Card, eh?", you can take the woman out of Ghana... Second I see all this "types of prec..." oh you can just call it snow? Sweet. So I see all this snow and I'm reminded how little I care about stuff like Christmas anymore and how fast that's happened over the last year. If it had snowed like this last year I would've thought it was pretty cool (geddit, cool, because of the... yeah that was shit) and probably gone outside to lob a snowball at some punk kid who should've been outside in such weather anyway. Now, meh. White Christmas? Meh. Dr Who Christmas Special? Meh. Decorations? Meh. All I think about now is how much of a mission it's gonna be buying the turkey and goose fat and all that this year. Oh yeah, Christmas lunch? Meh. As I ponder over how everythings gets less good as you get older, I ask myself how did I get so apathetic in the space of one year? Was it because I already had turkey during the year making it less special this yuletide time, was it cause I was actually affected by tube strikes and government policies for the first time? Was it because I realised TV these days is shite and everything I want to watch is available on the internet? OR was it because I signed up to TWO count'em TWO video game rental free trials for the specific purpose of getting Call of Duty: Black Ops and didn't get it from either of them bastards... yeah it was probably solely down to that.

Peace. Oh yeah and Merry Christmas (meh.)

Sporting Excellence #1 (El Clásico)

So it's Thursday, the match (Barca vs Real) happened on Monday, why the late post? A number of reasons, when I watch the matched and was gonna do the original post (a loving tribute to all things Barca) I was in East Croydon and by the time I got back to my house I couldn't be bothered anymore (I'm apathetic and my ambitions burn brightly for a brief period of time before dying forever, you should've noticed that by the length of time between blog posts). Then on Tuesday I downloaded the match and was gonna embed it on the blog but the maximum video limit is 100mb, so that didn't happen. Then on Wednesday I uploaded the match to Megavideo (that took a hell of a long time) and now we find ourselves here, on Thursday with the following links
Pre match build up: http://www.megavideo.com/?d=T5LBY5AZ
1st half: http://www.megavideo.com/?d=2IKCTFMX
2nd half: http://www.megavideo.com/?d=C76NEKCZ

I hope the ten of you guys who actually read this blog appreciate me slaving over a hot laptop to bring you this (seriously the fan on the laptop must be broken because it gets really hot, like melt the snow outside hot, like don't put it on your lap if you ever plan on having children hot). The quality is wack because Megavideo is wack, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the inspirational way Barca played, it was beautiful, it inspired me to apply to do volunteer work with impoverished kids in Spain... but that ambition burned briefly and then died forever when I got to the "Work history for the last five years" part of the application form (so many lies to check and cross-check with my CV). You may have noticed that last section was in italics, that's because it was sarcasm (remember me changing the world in the last post,) of course I wasn't going to volunteer in Spain. Why would I go to Spain to give up my valuble (and massively wasted) free time to not get paid to work when I can do that right here in the North Pole (sorry England, damn you snow, DAMN YOU!)? And why would I go work with impoverished children when I can never have any of my own (damn you laptop, DAMN YOU!)? Nah I'm kidding, but enjoy the match anyway and if you want to the download links for better quality holla. Peace.