Okay, I’m starting to get back into the swing of this blogging gubbins. I know Tom always likes to put up videos of tracks he’s into, so thought ‘Wahey! Let’s do the same thing!’ in a really non-conformist sort of way. On the theme of the last wordy post, I will be going through albums that have made the last twelve months for me. If I can get hold of them, I’ll try and attach videos as well to give some idea of what’s been on my MP3 player almost constantly.

Also, a massive thank you needs to go out to Stephen Davies, whose post-Senate chats about music have been a constant enjoyment. I’m not expecting you to like all (or any) of what I include, but fuck you ! This is not necessarily material that has been released in the last year, but stuff that I have enjoyed immensely and in no particular order. (more…)

Infinity Ward have released a new multiplayer video for Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2, due for release in November.  Looks quite impressive, and I’m certainly looking forward to blowing things up from orbit…well, ish.

It has just this second been brought to my attention by Mr Giddings that I need to post on here, as I haven’t in sometime. Not since my Masculinity in Film post in fact… Anyway, this is due for a change and I feel this is an opportune moment to reflect upn the last 12 months (particularly as it has been at least 12 months since I last reflected, although not in the vampiric sense).

Well, it’s been a long, girlfriendless year. That said, I was quite happy about this, as my last one – like several before her – have been dreadful human beings. Instead, I’ve ploughed into Students’ Union affairs with varying levels of success and varying levels of encouragement, frustration, anger, depression (but enough about my time with Jez Harvey) and bitterness towards anyone even remotely associated with Newcastle or swords. Notable exceptions must be made for Isa Wilson and Adam Kelly, two quite nice Geordies.

Through it all, several people have made this year an utter pleasure. Firstly, the Beaumaris boys, (Tom, Alex and dare I say it, even Pete) for their cynicism, cider and steak. If you say that in your head, it sounds like I’m particularly proficient in the art of alliterating. When the chips have been down and I’ve fancied a retreat, one of them has generally been on hand for some hardcore red meat eating. Granny porn too.

Jez Harvey and Spencer George have been a constant source of amusement and our Gentlemen’s Club has had the monopoly on Harp drinking and raging all year. Long may it continue.

Jo Caulfield has grown increasingly kickass this year, and has been an editing TANK. As if that were not enough, she is now a DJ and politician as well, sifting out rogue Welsh student papers left, right and sundry.

Cat Prince has proven to be an excellent pillow and supplier of lush herbal tea. We’ve watched obscene amounts of America’s Next Top Model and done generally nothing productive at all and that has been wonderful.

This year has also proven instrumental in solidifying my disgust towards music students. Stop whinging, start binging and lighten up, you pretentious bunch of snobs.

Storm FM has remained a love of of my life and is still largely my girlfriend this year. Yes, there have been a couple of things I would change and possibly more people I would have publicly dressed down. There have been tears shed over that station by the people that care about it the most. Lisa has been a constant legend, and never far away when I need someone to make me smile and Tids has fast become one of the greatest Welsh people ever. I don’t give a toss what other people have to say about Storm, as it pertains to ‘coolness’ (dull term) and I give even less of a toss about glory-hounds, obsessed with blowing their own trumpets. Those people eventually get exposed as the self-important annoyances they actually are. Storm was the reason I came to Bangor and it has been the foundation upon my time here has been built.

A final mention has to go to my joint favourite people of the year: Bianca Murray and Sarah Palmer. I’ve not seen quite enough of the latter and perhaps too much of the former this year. Sarah is constantly ridiculous and Bianca is constantly Irish. Fact is, they’re my girls and I love them dearly.

Oh. I passed my second year as well.

I hate sentimentality, but I am glad to have got round to saying this stuff. Next year, aims are to pass my degree and get a NICE girlfriend. For now, though, I’m firmly of the belief that it’s the people that make the place.

According to the T-Mobile UK Twitter page it looks like the T-Mobile G2 Touch is out as of tomorrow. Even better (in an unusual twist of timing because I usually just miss these things) this appears to be happening when I’m due to renew my contract. Will be having a close look at this methinks!

Something to confuse/amuse you this Sunday:

Of course, you may also like The Duckinator, Reservoir Ducks, or The DuckVinci Code.

Here’s a quick buying tip for you if you’re looking for an alternative to Apple’s range of mp3 players.

The Iriver Clix 2 4GB.  I’ve had one of these for a two years now, and frankly can’t fault it, even on video.  Well worth the sale price of £79 on Advanced mp3 Players.

Consumer advice over, time to go back to work.

Taken from SeeMikeDraw.

Oops, looks like we all forgot to post for a while being Summer and all. Rest assured, we are all still alive, and Swine Flu free.

Have managed to completely pickle my brain already this summer, which is a good start. I’ll attempt to extract a roughly entertaining post for you later!

Note in the house log when we arrived read the following:

“Found this house in the post-apocalyptic bad lands of new pig land.  Ahh, the memories of better times.  The sound of the wind nearly silenced the screaming in my mind.  So many dead. Why?”

Good stuff. Off to a distillery tomorrow.