Fortunate Son, Part II

A very Happy Mother's Day shout-out, ladies and mentalmen, to the one and only mother who has supported my (sometimes not so) good self and whom I get to see in less than a week!

If the trains were cancelled, Mumsy, this is how hard I would try to get home (or alternatively there's always the bus)! Love and hugs, see you soon, and thank you for being the World's Best Mum!

Peace out, madcap Mumsy... I shall return...

11:59

Most of you reading this blog will be aware of recent tragic events. I choose not to mention them in detail, in order to avoid trivialising them in an otherwise humour-filled, lighthearted blog. Needless to say, hearts and minds are with all affected.

Okay, other, more regular, news for you madcap Bonkers fans, then! I know what I'm going to be doing in my third year of University! There's gonna be a manic gladiatorial battle to get on the History modules, as they're capped at 14 places... that's right, one-four. We had a meeting today and apparently the caps are to "encourage a more productive working atmosphere". Yeah, bollocks. It's just to force latecomers into doing pointless and boring modules like, and I'm serious when I tell you this is an actual module available next year, HIS3021: Devices and Desires - Birth Control, Sexuality and Reproduction in History (man alive, what on Earth?). So while my Politics choices are all safe, with caps of over 100 places if at all, the History places are going to be the result of a struggle after the Easter vacation. And the bad news? All the good ones are History modules.

As it stands, my goal is to be taking the following... POL3086: Terrorism and Counter-Terrorism (20 credits); Dissertation in Politics (40 credits); HIS3096: Nazi Germany (30 credits); HIS3110: The Nuremberg Doctors' Trial (30 credits). There are several possible back-ups for History, though, including a module on Soviet Premiere Gorbachev and something about Stalinism... yes, that's right, you observant ladies and mentalmen: I'm sticking close to what I know for my third year, namely Nazis and Soviets. It served me well at A-Level and I'm hoping it's my guarantee for good marks to graduate with. Hell, it's more interesting than birth control...

All this is happening as Easter draws nearer, reminding us all that there's only four weeks when we return before the exam period, and then... then it's the third year. My final year of education (well, probably my final year). In twelve months I'll not only be 20 years old but be having to consider things like career choices and tax and salaries and driving licences and oh no I've gone cross-eyed...

In other news, I received a text this morning confirming the write-off status of Mum's Vauxhall Corsa. This is sad news indeed, but there's an upside. It means that while I'm with Mum over Easter, we can go car shopping! It does mean I probably won't get to see the swanky Ford Focus 1.8 that Mum's been parading around and falling in love with, but it also means I get to influence the decision on what car Mum drives for potentially the rest of her life... oh, what power! No, I'm kidding, seriously Mum, you're in safe hands. And don't worry: I won't push you into buying something like an Aston Martin (oh, if only). We'll find the right car for you, don't you worry about a thing. Test drives? I think so!

I have to dash off now, madcap Bonkers fans, and go to Tesco to spend no money on chocolate honest (phew, got out of that one...) and ask them why my clubcard still hasn't arrived. Peace out, ladies and mentalmen. I shall return!

Zero Hour

What is with people changing things?

Blogger just demanded I create a new Google Account (whatever one of those is) to move my Blog over to somewhere new or something and add more details to my already long list of details or something. I didn't wanna do it but I kinda had to in order to keep Bonkers here running. See what I sacrifice for you, madcap fans?

And my flatmates keep changing the heating times because they stay up all night, meaning I'm sweating in bed at night, and when I open my window because of all the sweat (logical, I think you'll agree) they complain that I'm wasting energy! Hey guys, you know what: staying up all night wastes energy! Sleeping regains energy! I'm wasting energy? Ablaghalargalargablah!

With all the changing going on I decided to change my username and picture, too, so hopefully you should be seeing the new logo for Bonkers on your left (makes gesture similar to that of an airline hostess pointing to emergency exits... yeah, because that's the image you wanna be thinking of right before your inevitable destruction) and the new name underneath all this senseless rambling and senseless nonsense... no sense... less... no... oh, whatever!

On a completely unrelated topic, one of the ladies and mentalmen who views this Blog (whom I know very well) was involved in an accident that saw a car (which I also know rather well, but not as well as the person driving) smashed between a pregnant lady's car (whom I don't know, nor do I know the car) and a gentleman driver's saloon (again, an unknown, although I think I dated the car back in '89...) resulting in much broken glass. I call upon you all to send good thoughts to this Blog, and they will be repackaged by the Royal Mail, weighed and measured and sent on to the unfortunate person I know very well in six to eight weeks (postage and packing free, you lucky rascals, you). Hugs all round, well done for not freaking out, love you.

Right, I'm off to drink some more coffee (more? More? More, you say?) and then ask why I'm so alert, hyper and manic today... I have no idea, really... blarghlargalalrgharg!

I do that too much, I think... peace out, I shall return...