Sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to blog, it’s just that I want to do other things more…

This guy blogs however, and I think I agree with him on, well, pretty much everything. Plus he’s hilarious.

So, what’s new with me? Well, I started my placement last week, and it went rather well, so I’m quite looking forward to it this week. I’ve just finished my second important essay of the year, and now I do believe the only assessments left are the casework ones, which won’t be ’til the summer. Next Saturday I’m going to see the Irish Play with the old theatre studies crew which will be a trip and a half down memory lane… (“When Oy cast moy moynd back to that summer of 1936…”) And when certain blonde men get their act together we’ll be headed for the Ice Bar as well! It’s so cold they only let you stay for 40 minutes. How surreal and yet awesome!!

That’s all my news, or at least all I want to share on the evil internet. Oh, except my album is now for sale here, and it’s glorious.

My brother told me a fantastic joke when he was here over Christmas, that has for some reason popped into my head, so I shall end by relaying it for your unending amusement. ‘Tis a little dated now Obama has taken over the post, but oh well.

Donald Rumsfeld is giving President Bush his daily briefing, and informs him that there has been some fighting and three Brazilian soldiers have been killed.

George is aghast. “That’s awful!” he cries, “Are you sure?”

Rumsfeld is a little confused by this reaction, but assures him that yes, he is sure.

George weeps with his head in his hands, and his officials watch nervously until eventually he looks up and says dejectedly, “How many is a brazillion?”