Someone called me “Anakin” on the way to Racodac this morning. Someone else called me “Jesus” on the way back. Either way, I am the chosen one.

I’ve just seen the opening five minutes of the new League of Gentlemen film, which is released this coming week. It was torture, I tell you - I *really* can’t wait to see it.

The massive nod to Jeremy Dyson was a nice touch and the bringing-the-characters-into-reality spin looks to work very well.

Twelvety days to go!

I’ve finally switched over to a new mobile telecommunications number. Is real easy to remember: 07777 444 244.

I bet, if I ask you now “What is the number?”, you can reel it back to me, eh?

For those of you wondering how the juggling task went, I never met the five-minute mark. In fact, I never met the three-minute mark. A fairly impressive (in my opinion) two minutes and nine seconds was all I managed in the short time given to learn. But as it happens, instead of assessing each of our juggling skills, the tutor just picked a handful of students to see if we’d taken the project seriously. And I wasn’t one of them. Gah.

It’s like being stuck in a sauna with a fat man on your face.

Us Brits are known for moaning about how cold & miserable the weather is then complaining when it does get hot & cheery because it’s “too hot”.

Well, today is too hot - far too hot. But I flat out hate the summer anyway and much prefer the cold & miserable weather.

You’ll never catch me moaning about the rain.

Having waited an hour for the bus this morning, I got to Racodac forty minutes late for a final critique. Not that it mattered - I was still there twenty minutes before the tutors made an appearance anyway.

The crit ran very smoothly and my logos were well received by all. Of the six logos that I produced, however, only five of them I put on display. This is because the sixth - for a slimming club - was a rush jobby in the early hours of this morning through not wanting to subject my neck to lengthy periods at the computer. It doesn’t look too bad, but compared to the other five it is diabolical.

I did pin it up towards the end of the day, though - otherwise I’d have lost marks for not producing the full six logos. But I added a footnote to the bottom of the page stating: “Admittedly this looks utter rubbish. But I’m making a statement about society’s need to slim. No, really.”

The only other things worth noting are a couple of big chuckles that I had:

1. The same tutor that spilt the hot beverage backed up to sit down on a table all to find that a television was already there. (Similar to the filing cabinet incident at RWS with Mr D.)
2. Jordan A. again showed a group of us his stretched scrotum - this time in the middle of the crit.

And I’ll have to take it easy for a few days, as my neck & upper back are now feeling the full effect of yesterday’s road traffic accident. Not nice.

I’ll keep this post short, as I don’t want to strain my neck in sitting looking at the screen for too long. Basically, I was in a bus crash on the way home from Racodac - and a fairly bad one at that.

Given the fact that everyone was violently thrown out of their seats & standing positions upon impact - and given the damage to the three vehicles - it’s remarkable that we all got away virtually unscathed - nothing more than cuts, bruises and (in my case) nasty whiplash.

Having to go to Racodac this morning via the motorway because of a burst water mains was enough excitement for the day - forgetting the fact that before I even set foot on the bus someone had lobbed an egg at me. So I didn’t expect anything particularly extraordinary on the way home. But then, I suppose, you never do.

The tutor liked my new Young Musicianage logo, but apparently the six logos I also did for a Screen Type project were supposed to be black & white. And I spent hours last night designing logos in colour.

“It says on the brief they have to be black & white”, the tutor stated. To which I argued back: “No, I think you’ll find it says they have to be able to be reproduced in black & white - not produced monochromatically altogether.”

“Oh… well they *have* to be black & white,” came the response.

I can’t repeat what I said.

"2 people & 2 Hula Hoops. Tie string around hoops. Hit together, until one breaks."

And there’s me thinking Hula Hoops were moreish potato snacks that you’re meant to eat.

We were supposed to be showing our final Young Musicianage logos to the software training tutor this morning, who was then going to pass them on to the unit tutor. I spent ages yesterday redoing mine and now it looks rather swish.

Anyway, having waited an hour for the software training tutor to arrive, the course leader came in and announced that he wouldn’t be coming in because “he’s stuck in France.”

Not “stuck in traffic” like normal people, but stuck in France. Because I too wake up and I’m suddenly in France.

I suppose it could’ve been passport problems or something similar, in which case it’s not his fault. But still, bit of a bummer going in.