New ways to study....

"I will study and get ready, and perhaps my chance will come." - Ab Lincoln


Last month I passed an interview (and medical) to move up in the world and go onto a course that starts at the end of September. It's a three and a half month long course of intensive revision. Some of it involving the human body and what it takes to keep it ticking over normally (or as I've now come to learn, keep it in homoeostasis), some of it driving and a lot of it generally stressing.

Lately I've been doing background into what will be studied to try and get ahead of it all, but ending up getting distracted by the internet. One minute I'm looking up fractures, the next I'm watching a monkey sticking a finger up his Glenshane Pass (rhyming slang) and sniffing it. The internet will be the end of me I tells you!

My home has also seen me attempt to study more. My relatively new IKEA purchase of a blackboard has been hi jacked as I try to learn more about the human heart. Quite the change from the male reproductive organs usually scrawled onto it by my mates visiting my humble abode. I'll be all right in any exam now that they put me in as long as I am handed multi coloured chalk to play with.

Right, best be off to put my head in the books.

Bubbye
Squeek.

Speeches and At-Ats

It's only binge drinking if you stop - Anonymous

Well last weekend went swimmingly. Two days of binge drinking interrupted by a marriage. Quite a beautiful marriage I might add, slightly unorthodox at times but I was happy to see one of my best friends get hitched to a wonderful woman who can and will keep him on the straight and narrow. God knows she has her work cut out for her.

I refer you back to the unorthodox remark in the one before last sentence. Not one best man, not two best men, but three. Three best men were looking after everyone for the day and it was going to be interesting to see how their speech turned out. The wedding party were not disappointed as a lot of work had gone into a 3 way speech in an attempt to embarrass the groom.

I had the job of the video camera for these speeches and I thought nothing of it, until "T-Bagging" and "Cleveland Steamers" were mentioned. Cue Squeek's poor camera work due to huge belly laughs. I would at times in the speech look around at some of the good Christian folk who also seemed to enjoy these double entendres. I finally lost it though when they produced media of a person who couldnt be there but was live through a so called video link to talk about the groom naming his hugmongous poop "Mr Hanky".

Needless to say it will be a wedding to remember for years to come.

Now looking onto next weeks entertainment. I am tempted to book seats to view the new Star Wars animated offering, "The Clone Wars". It's got nothing to do with me being a Star Wars fan, even though I secretly am. I have a vintage Millenium Falcon and I am starring at my old school ATAT right now, which has pride of place in my spare room. (as shown below in all its splendour)


IT is a dusty ol' fella but it's still a beauty. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm not going to this movie for my Star Wars fix. It is due to the warning given about the movie. "WARNING - This movie contains mild fantasy violence" I'm intrigued to see how this whole fantasy and violence will play out, I'm guessing it isn't what I have pictured in my brain though.

Ciao fer now
Squeek

Put a ring on my finger...

My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. -Rodney Dangerfield

So the weekend is nearly upon us and I set off in my not so private fly-be jet to sunny Southampton. A long time friend is turning to the dark side and getting hitched. I knew this was going to be the case because they bought a dog together a couple of years ago. Surely there is no better way to confirm you want to spend the rest of your life with someone than getting a jet black Labrador together? Better that than getting her up the duff, his girlfriend not the Labrador.

So the Squeek shall endeavour to get up to multiple drunken hi-jinx with a bunch of randomers and try to dance the night away. Something I did at another friends wedding which found the Squeek being a talking point the morning after. Well actually I'm the talking point at any wedding with my school mates now. Superman has his kryptonite, I have champagne. It turns me into a dancing monster who knows no boundaries and would gleefully pick up a microphone to belt out some karaoke classics. Which makes me think that Mr. Diamond is right, I am forever in blue jeans.

Well I shall surely fill the blog in with any shenanighans and goings on next week.

Squeek.

Stuck in Dundonald but I can reach the world...

I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We've created life in our own image. - Stephen Hawkings


How depressing Steve, think of all the good computers have done mate. I'm currently sat outside the Ulster hospital, waiting on a patient who is currently having some Occupational Therapy. I sympathise with this as I know my occupation needs all the help it can get, but that is a blog for another day. The matter I have mulling about in my head today is that technology is quite phenomenal. I am sat in Dundonald, the armpit of the world, but I can still log onto the Internet super highway via my dongle. I could go to internet chat rooms and forums and interact with people who should be sleeping on the other side of the globe, but alas I feel it's nessecary to blog about this rather than actually doing it. Although, even if my dongle was defunct I could saunter acros the road to steal internets from Ronald and his clown of a restuarant. Finally, the internets is a fantastic place to help cheer me up, namely I can find videos LIKE THIS to put a smile on my face.

TTFN
Squeek

The birthday round the corners just the same....

I think I have found my new quote for this blog.

I'm not 31, I'm 18 with 13 years experience - Unknown Author

My birthday is just around the bend and I know I am slowly going round it too. It only seemed like a few flash moments ago that I was learning to ride my first bike without it's stabilisers in Minerstown Caravan Park. I needed to learn, and I needed to learn fast. There was a bunch of older kids who "owned" that Park and had cleverly labelled themselves the Bmx Bandits. This was their patch. Doing ride-by stone throwing and general bullying that Nelson Muntz would be proud of, except without the trademark HA HA after ward. Needless to say I learnt fast and I was able to pull wheelies and bunny-hops that was nowhere near Matt Hoffman style but impressive for an under 10 year old. Those Bandits had met their match, well until I fell off and scabbed my knee and needed urgent mother attention.

On reading that back to myself, I realised that it wasn't what I initially intended to blog about, but hey ho... it's how my mind wanders at times.

All I have to do now is await a birthday dinner and cinematic adventure (Hellboy 2 to be accurate, can't wait)

The birth of the Corner

I start my first blog post with a quote,

I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their memories, or have never done anything worth remembering - Oscar Wilde

I see blogging as a modern day memoir, keeping up with ones self and jotting down certain aspects of my every day life that provides me with amusement. I'm sure if Mr Wilde was about that he would be blogging his little gay heart out telling us valuable quips in the wittiest of ways. No doubt he shall be turning in his grave if he knew a 30 something simpleton was quoting him to aid his modern day memoir. I believe this blog will have oodles of refuse dragged from the nooks and crannys of my cerebrum in the vain attempt to amuse myself. (maybe others who knows)

Well that is the first one out of the way. Much like everything else I aim to improve the more blogs I do.

Squeek.