Black and Decker

I have been working on a project for a couple of weeks now, in which I have had to create a film trailer. I decided to make a 1970's buddy cop film called "Black and Decker":

"Richard Black (Oliver King) and Louis Decker (Aidan Albert) are two maverick detectives, tracking down a murderer following a series of murders in which a number of University students were murdered. But can they murder the case?"

I'm pretty happy with how it has turned out; it's certainly got enough ridiculousness to make it funny, but it also retains an authenticity in a lot of ways (or so I like to think) in comparison to shows like "Knight Rider", "Magnum P.I." and the homage/parody that inspired it, "Black Dynamite". The results will be available to view on YouTube some time this week!

Revision for a Test

Why is it so hard to revise for this phase test when, previously, I have done so well during my attempts at revision? Simply put, because this information is completely obvious and there is a complete and total pair of moronic football fanatics talking as loudly as possible behind me, despite being in a 'quiet area' of the library.

It wouldn't be so bad if there were fresh and interesting elements thus far to my revision slides, but no; they are all equally as boring and wearisome as a sloth's daily routine! Someone please bring me a couple of strips of duct tape and rope to gag these two incessant ignoramuses and I might be able to happily go about my business!

EDIT: He has just screamed "Yes!" at the top of his voice, presumably because he has just achieved a magnificent orgasm watching the legs of his 'favorite' footballs get all sweaty! Might just have to shoot him.

Compensating with Cones

This picture sums up my ultimate goal on a night out. Yes, I often "Go on the pull" - an inevitably fruitless task since I loathe one night stands and don't believe anyone who tells me I'm cute - but what really ends up happening is I get a little tipsy, I sing Spandau Ballet at the top of my voice as I walk home, and I 'rescue' traffic cones from street corners.

In fact, my love for all things conical is such that, if a beautiful brunette invited herself back to my place, I would have to decline on the principle that I'd never be so fixated with her as I am cones. Cones do not lie. Cones do not mess men about, then blame them in some sort of twisted hypocrisy. Cones are shiny, yellow/orange and easy to understand; hell, I now 'own' five of the little sods!

This is a bit of a nonsensical blog post in a way - I'm not complaining and I'm not bragging. I just thought I'd dedicate a post to every students instinctual love: the traffic cone!

And yep; I really do own five cones now!