'Some might say that sunshine follows thunder, go and tell it to the man who cannot shine...'

My God, what on Earth was last week? What in the name of Monty Panesar was last week? Firstly, England win the Ashes, possibly the biggest event since the first Moon landing or...2005. Then STUFF happening on Monday, the likes of which aren't even going to be published on the Internet. Thursday, another big day, can't remember why. Saturday, Oasis split up, one of the best bands if not THE BEST to have ever existed (apart from The Beatles and Snow Patrol of course), brothers shouldn't work together. Not like Liam or Noel can have solo careers either. Noel writes the songs, Liam sings the songs. They NEED each other!!! Otherwise it will just be Liam recording a cover of Humptey-Dumptey with a heavy bass line, which I admit might be awesome in some respects, but a touch bizarre. From Monday-Sunday I fall out with NEARLY everyone I know and I have completed at the most a new sentence to my book, pathetic. Last night was pretty massive as well, I decided to shave. I'm not sure why, I've been trying to get a House style look for ages and now I've destroyed my mask of manliness, my face feels like an ice rink but I look like a toddler with growth problems. When will normality return? I've never been more desperate for my life to return to writing solidly for hours, listening to depressing music, watching House and complaining about society...Ok, I have been doing most of those things, there's just background issues screaming out.

Don't like the new Cricket captain 2009 game...Do not like it. Downloaded a free trial yesterday, thank God I didn't find it in Cheltenham, would have been a wasted £19.99. On the 2008 game you don't have to play it in full screen, which is great, I love PC games with that feature, means you can talk to people and do other stuff whilst playing. This feature is active on 2009 but with one minor difference, it doesn't change from full screen!! It only allows you to access the fucking Windows toolbar!!!!! Plus, all the players have changed and there's a new funny looking interface which frightens me, batsman now have 7 levels of aggression? My word...

Ever listened to a select few of songs on an album loads and just dismissed the others because they're either, crap, boring or weird? I'll take the eerie silence as a yes. Well people, check out those dismissed songs, some aren't bad, now I'm addicted to 'Set Down Your Glass' a song before yesterday iTunes tells me I had only listened to once.

Going to hit some stuff,

Tom,

P.S: It ended up hitting me.

A badly written, mostly MUSEic based post.

Ok, ten minutes ago I was pretty bemused. I just don't understand why so many Ashes 2005 videos are set to the most depressing and frankly boring of songs, 'My Immortal'. I've had a badger over the lyrics and I can safely say they bear no relation to Cricket, victories or happiness, I don't know why ANYONE would chose that video to scenes of cricket people smiling and jumping around. One day, someone will have the sense to make an Ashes video to Butterflies and Hurricanes by Muse, bloody awesome song all about overcoming battles and having to be 'your best'. My bemusement has been cleared up though, there are a few lyrics in 'My Immortal' which do kinda fit to the videos in question...
'I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears' - Michael Vaughan had played a previous Ashes series before this, maybe he was just fed up of 'being here'. He also probably has some childhood rooted fear of the Australian bowling attack, I know I do.
'Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone' - Maybe a reference to previous England captains, they are quite annoying and always on Sky, just piss off and grumble privately someplace else.
'These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real' - If taken in a literal sense, I can understand that.
'There's just too much that time cannot erase' - Before 2005 Australia had held the ashes for...18 years? There abouts anyway.
'When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears' - Wow, I guess Harmison just can't cope without best bud Flintoff.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE POINT IN ALL THAT NONSENSE??!?!?!?!?!?! Moving on, I've had what would be a brilliant day ruined by illness. The good points coming in my Amazon orders of House season 3 and my fucking awesome black leather briefcase with...wait for it...an adjustable shoulder strap arriving in the post today. Amazon are getting speedier, I congratulate them. All they need to realise now is that I'm not going to be buying any CD'S from them because HMV DO FREE POSTAGE AND PACKAGING. God, why is Amazon the only online super giant which can't find cheap labour?

DAMN I love Snow Patrol...And Oasis and Green Day and...The Beatles and...The Fray and The Academy Is. Oh! plus The Corrs, even with their sickly romantic songs, nothing as disgusting yet at the same time undeniably beautiful as Runaway should ever have been made legal. Not sure how a song can be ILLEGAL, I guess if it was really racist or neo-Nazi propaganda, but then society would just start screaming: 'But it's art!' And people like me (they exist, somewhere) would have to put away our counter-arguments about the Nazis being a pretty mean bunch and accept that it is just art. Ah, can feel a society rant coming on, better think about something else to write and fast.
Need to find someone to talk to, wow, how sad does that sound? Should probably apologise to Bes, it's just so annoying...I know he's sitting at home thinking exactly the same thing, the two of us in a horrible 1914-1918 style stalemate, waiting for the other to advance with apologetic ramblings. Yes, yes I know what you're thinking: 'Buuuut Tom!!! Bes will read this and have an advantage over you!' Don't worry everyone, he can't read. That wasn't what you were thinking were you? Who are you? Leave a comment.
I can relate so much to some of the lyrics of 'Chocolate' it's scary, I thought Snow Patrol had finally made a happy song, but alas, you read the lyrics and find it's pretty downbeat about stuff. But yeah, love finding songs I can relate to and whenever 'Chocolate' comes up on shuffle it's pretty tempting to start screaming in public places: 'BUT THIS IS ME!'. Hate those songs which appear happy and jovial, 'Summer Sunshine', 'Chocolate', 'Playing Along', then you find out it's about drugs, the loss of a partner or mistakes.

I seem to be writing more and more posts these days, each making me sound more like a nutcase. Oh yes, results....
'What did you get Tom? What did you get??'
'I GOT A BILLION BLOODY A'S!!!!!!!'
'But you didn't, did you?'
'No.'
I did well, not much else to say, I now have a piece of paper I can wave in people's faces which actually has printed on it the words: 'This guy knows TOO MUCH PRE 1950 HISTORY!' Ok it doesn't say that, but I think it should. Actually, that's an idea, I hate having to wait for cheques to process, I might go up to an Abbey National assistant tomorrow and wave my newly found qualifications in their face! They'd probably just wave a degree back at me. Flaws are evident.
My Gran is almost as odd as myself, she started a HUGE email to me with the most amazing email opener of all time: 'I have done some serious thinking about sheep.'

Going back to music quickly, I know, I know, this post makes very strange reading, it's kinda being written as I think, LIKE THAT'S A FIRST. 'Crack the shutters' by Snow Patrol, awesome awesome awesome song, borderline sickly romantic, but too epic to fall into that category. It did used to piss me off though, I mean, who actually has shutters??? I've come to accept however that this...
'Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day' sounds more impressive than:
'Crack the curtains open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day.'
Or does it? I guess curtains is a bit pathetic sounding, it has a slight ring to it though.
If you're feeling down, listen to this...It's my own personal feel good song.

Tom,
P.S: Only listen to the UNPLUGGED version of Runaway, the rest sound more awful. Wahey for the Corrs and their Irish loveliness!!
P.S.S: OK, I think I might just have to accept the fact I fancy Andrea Corr (the lead singer) a tiny little bit.
P.S.S.S: 'Australia thrash Scotts' - Whatever.
P.S.S.S.S: I just couldn't help myself with the title, why did I only mention Muse once?

What the hell happened to the massive high?

Good lord, I wake up this morning with a horrible headache, a sense of appending doom and a cat wailing at me. I was pretty concerned about the cat (the appending doom is just a given really), that thing never makes any noise of any description unless he's severely distressed or in a car. I still don't know what the hell is up with him either, calmed down once I gave him some food and provided the reassurance that I'd prefer to work in a French restaurant than buy a dog. The headache is probably related to yesterday's cricket practice, why did I drag myself there in my exhausted state? All I could do with any success was bowl funny looping off spinners from a two yard run up, those kept on getting hit (by the side of the net) so I was told to pair up with this funny kid with glasses and do some catching practice. That didn't really work either, he just threw the ball at me and I let it hit my face repeatedly, annoyingly he seemed to be getting thrills out of that, I simply didn't have it in me to stamp on his glasses and call him 'Daniel Vettori'...Which probably would have just been a compliment anyway, I'll find some other cricketer with glasses, they can't hide from the international scene forever.

Right, earlier today I finally snapped, I broke down, I feel pretty guilty about what I did but it had to be done. Finally, I downloaded Firefox and uninstalled Internet Explorer. I just couldn't cope with it's constant cock ups, one frozen page...Fine, but then two in succession, it's been going on for months as well, I had to let go, move on and join the millions of IE deserters. So, what do I make of Firefox? It's hard to say, right from the installation point I was a bit miffed. Before 5% it read as 'Just doing some housekeeping' as if it was some weird old friend popping by, 'doing some housekeeping'...I had never been so close to pressing cancel, housekeeping??? I won't have some Internet browser checking I don't have illegal porn or plans for acquiring nuclear weapons (ha, missed them) or just generally having a nosy around my documents...Gah, thankfully it's 'housekeeping' proved to be fine, I was officially worthy enough to have Firefox, hur-fucking-rah. Things picked up after that, it asked me if I wanted to keep my IE homepage and history, which was nice. I mean, it did ask it in a 'what do you want me to do with all your ex's stuff?' kind of tone, but I appreciated that it was consulting me rather than charging gallantly forward and replacing my beloved iGoogle homepage with some Firefox bullshit. Seriously, I love my iGoogle page, it's weirdly comforting, every morning seeing my BBC world news, my BBC national news, my BBC cricket news and my less trusted Cricinfo cricket news...All that alongside my horoscope and daily 30 second brain challenge game (18 seconds!) All to a lovely Lost season 5 backdrop. Anywaaaaay, I kept that, Firefox did throw out my out of date Yahoo toolbar and decided upon itself to update the thing with a flashy new one which gives me regular weather updates...Actually, that is kinda cool .

Wow, that was a lot of quite pointless information about my highs and lows with Firefox. Oh ACTUALLY, just one more thing, why do some editions get the running fox when a page is loading? Where's mine? I don't want one but still WHERE'S MINE MOZILLA??!?!?!??! Yes, a pretty uneventful day. I tried to eat, gave up and had some Tic-Tacs, watched two Peep Show episodes, contemplated for a verrry long time about watching Valkyrie, decided I'd be better off watching something more lighthearted. Played some Cricket Manager, got pissed at Tremlett's selection for England, he's not even playing, I wouldn't mind so much if he was playing, but he's just sitting around not doing anything whilst I'm trying to find some decent bowler from Hampshire's £0 funded youth academy. Wish I hadn't spent nearly all my money on a fucking great stand on only one side of the stadium and on Sangakara, a 40 year old who I forgot used to be incredible, now hobbles around like...like...Me.

I found Kevin Pietersen's twitter earlier today as well. Was not impressed AT ALL.

1:13 AM Jul 8th:
Sun is shining in Cardiff. I'm exciting. Bring on the Aussies. - Does he mean 'excited' or has he overdosed on his ego pills?
1:21 AM Jul 8th:
'Hope you like my hair better this year. Was lookin back at some pics of the last Ashes and I dont look me best' - Firstly, I don't care about your hair, I care if you score runs. Secondly, yes you looked like a complete twat in 2006/07. Thirdly, 'me best'.
9:59 AM Jul 13th:
'Got photographed coming out of a club last night just to top my day. Fu**ers' - Well shouldn't you be practicing anyway or just doing something BETTER with your time?
10:00 AM Jul 13th:
'Wish everyone would stop going on about Colly. He had a good innings - whoopy sh*t' - Yeah I agree Kevin, FUCK TEAM SPIRIT!...What a tosser.
'Devastated - what more cna I say?' - I just don't know what he cna say anymore.

What a long post.

Tom,
P.S: Do NOT visit this link if you value your time: http://www.bartbonte.com/mustpopwords. If you do check it out, I personally find the penguin really annoying, not only does the penguin take up precious letter bubble space but he gives you tormenting instructions.
P.S.S: After hearing about the whole West Ham thugs V the fuzz incident, I'm glad I don't like football. God, that just wouldn't happen in cricket, certainly not at Worcestershire's sweet little stadium. Seriously, what would they do? Burn down the Ladies Pavilion and then steal some fuitcake and pelt Solanki with it? Wait, why do the 'ladies' get their own pavilion? What's up with that? And actually, Solanki hit me in the neck once, no he actually did, he hit a ball into the crowd, hit the guy in front and ricocheted into my neck, so I don't mind if he gets the fruitcake treatment. I don't pay to get hit in cricket, I play for that.

Tic-Tac.

Not sure if it's a particularly good thing, or healthy habit for that matter, but for the last couple of days without any exaggeration coffee and Tic-Tacs have become my entire diet.

Still on a massive high from Sunday's win. It's the sort of disbelief and slight confusion of the high though, I just don't understand it anymore, Australia scored 11centuries throughout the series, England 2...How did we win? It's just ridiculous. Love how Ponting can't seem to leave this country without some sort of facial injury, 2005 the sliced cheek, 2009 the cut lip.

OUT OF CONTEXT - What a disturbing song: 'I broke into your house last night...And left a note by your bedside..' That's just creepy and law defying. - OUT OF CONTEXT. Talking about law breaking, I want to find a job (just briefly) where I have to look after people on drugs, they're so fun to talk to! Ha, rabbits, what a nutter he was...

I'm now starting to understand the origins of cricket. That it was a sport devised by seniors of the British Empire to educate the colonies in a relaxed manner the morals and laws of the United Kingdom, that cricket is in fact a game representative of a person's life itself. I think my Test Match of a life is doing ok, I was born in this country to a family of decent wealth, what you would call a good batting wicket. Indeed, I had the good fortune to win the toss and elected to bat first, the openers did well, a few top order wickets though came in quick succession and there was a couple of missed opportunities in the field, a few catches should have been taken which weren't, on the whole though the outfielders have done well, not too many balls leaked to the boundary. The middle order has remained resilient so far - Thursday shall be a massive day for them though, when the opposition take the new ball, with any luck they'll hold it off and create a platform for number 7 and 8 to score some fast runs before the declaration. Yes, Thursday, bloody hell I wish everyone would stop going on about blooooody Thursday. People are talking about it like they're going to be facing a fucking firing squad. For myself, I'm not too worried, I don't want to sound arrogant, I just think I've done alright that's all. Anyway, my back up plan is fantastic. If all goes down the qualification drain, I'm joining her Majesty's Navy. Few reasons behind that move...

1. Compared to the other sections of the Armed Forces, the Navy offers the most jobs which don't require qualifications.
2. I can 'live a life without limits' - although that does imply some sort of lack of structure and authority to the Navy, sounds awesome.
3. I can't join the Army because I don't want to get shot and don't like running.
4. I can't join the RAF because flying high speed Eurofighters looks scary.
5. I like boats.

That's all for now,

Tom,

P.S: Some people are absolute hypocrites, not worthy of my very precious Cricket Manager dominated time.

I dont care if I cried, not sure I've ever felt happier.

I'll probably write something better tomorrow...Though I am going to this weird campout thing, anyway...Pictures are sometimes better than words/Youtube videos.

I really hope Strauss didn't eat the urn...

Super Fred...

The moment we got the last man out, do love Swann...

I'm going to pretend for a brief moment like I care about how Michael Clarke is feeling. That was sad. Now, I'm going to laugh psychotically..HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Tom,

P.S: England won by the way.
P.S.S: This is one of my few historic blog posts, WOW FUCK-ING WOW!!!!!!!

Feeling perfect.

I could not be happier. Well I guess I could, but it's a sort of an unattainable rather unrealistic level of happiness, I guess Emma Watson or Keria Knightley could confess undying love to me (both would be good - or would that cause unnecessary complications?) Or I could be given a billion pounds in return for feeding Hodge every morning and evening for nearly all my life, or a large crate full of whisky could suddenly appear in front of me. As I say, I'm pretty much as happy as I can be in the real world. But why? Why are you so jubilant Tom? I hear you shriek like a fanatic banshee, I'll tell you.
The man below is the Messiah...But that's Stuart Broad!! Have I gone completely insane? Yes. Fine, I admit I've hardly been his most encouraging critic, but my God! He's 20 years old and can bowl like that????? HE KNOCKED OUT AUSTRALIA'S TOP ORDER...wait for it....BY HIMSELF, Anderson didn't even need to hold his hand. I'm not even sure if he was taking drugs, Bell was (bless him) but I didn't see Broad taking any suspicious physio delivered pills. I mean I have held a grudge against him for ages, which is probably a little unfair. He won some stupid world's sexiest cricket award and mentioned it in an interview once and I was just appalled, APPALLED, plus he made his England debut at 19, that's three years older than me, I was jealous. I can bat a tiny tiny bit better.

England have basically won the Ashes. Lets move on. I completed a two page report today, entitled: 'Why do sheep suddenly walk in straight lines and make an unnatural and somewhat unexpected level of noise?' - All because my Grandmother asked me to, I don't just feel compelled to write random reports on agriculture. However, if you want to read it, let me know and I can email it to you, presumably.

House might just be the most awesome show ever made. I was surprised to find earlier, that there's a slightly different theme tune for Europe, US and the UK, I think I prefer the UK one...Then the European. It's an amazing opening title sequence anyway, something which Lost is void of. Oh dear...Oh deary dum.

Tom,

P.S: More reasons for holding a grudge against Stuart Broad have just come flooding back to me. Twenty20 world cup, his over went for six 6's, worst you can get. He also ruined the Netherlands game by throwing like...well...like a twat.

They think it's all Oval...

I couldn't resist, sorry. Very short post, I'm insanely hyper on coffee right now, 6 cups today, not that's an excuse or anything, I just want to let you know, ok??? I have problems sleeping (at night).

Tomorrow and the following 5 days are arguably the biggest in my life. I'll keep you informed on how everything goes.

Tom,

P.S: Ian Bell at 3...Oh my giddy ECB.

Skittles.

Damn it, my head hurts. Ordering Spice probably isn't a good idea, but I want to try and get some before Parliament reviews it in October. Actually, I was amazed at coffeesh0p.com earlier, not only at the 'legalness' of it all but at the remarkably cheap prices and the insane advertised effects, there's even pills which make you giggle solidly for ten minutes. Wow.

For now though I am content with Skittles. Am rather chuffed, wrote nine pages to my book last night. In my latest chapter, the main character has to endure an English exercise where himself and his group fall about laughing...God, I remember that, that was awful.

Struggling to find something to write in this post... Oh wait! Yes, I'm annoyed. A friend of mine, a good friend at that, recently changed his Facebook relationship status thingy to 'It's complicated' - how much more attention seeking can you get? Annoys me...

Woah! My grandparents just arrived, how convenient. I will leave you with a video though, just because I don't think I do that much, it's hilarious, someone bring back Dead Ringers. I love 1:34, 'What are YOU doing here? You've been telling these people that you're the train guard, when really you are the master...'


Tom,

P.S: Nobody on this Earth can be trusted. As House said: 'It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what.'

Damn.

Bloody hell. Blooooody hell. I can't decide if today has been a good day or not, it's actually been a bit eventful. I get a phone call this morning informing me that I've been dropped from the team because I missed training, that's fine, I expected that. I was in Cornwall which did make things a tiny bit difficult but I'm well aware of Northleach's 'Well if you don't turn up to train, you don't play, humph' attitude. What I wasn't quite expecting was the news that in my place a small blond child who dons a stupid Scottish name, bowls fast for his age but is still rather slow and bats like he's taken speed, was playing (my brother). My Dad even went along to 'cheer him on' and 'take some photos'...Good. I'm not jealous at all. I'm confused, why pick him? I don't want to boast, but I'm just better, it's blatant honesty not arrogance.
However, it was in truth the correct decision to make. I can barely walk, I can hobble, limp if you will. For those who know my house, they'll presumably back me up when I say the distance between my kitchen and my bedroom isn't vast, it took me ten minutes earlier, ten fucking minutes and for once I'm not even exaggerating. I don't know what I've done to my left knee again, but it's pretty much broken even with my clumsy support in place...For God's sake I'm a cripple at 16, how is this fair? That being said, I'm almost certain it's my own doing, ever since I invented that little jump in my bowling run up when I land it puts too much strain on my leg, I bowl faster but for someone who got out of physio a few months ago it probably isn't advised. I'll stop doing that little skip, it looks a bit gay anyway.

A day at home followed - look how I make it seem like a rarity! I'm very pleased, I can play 'My Heart Will Go On' on the keyboard now and the opening to Baba O'Riley. Just want to say now, the latter of those songs is AMAAZING, the sort of amazing which requires Caps Lock and two A's. The former is just piss easy to play and is kinda nice and relaxing without the lyrics, the lyrics make me feel queasy. It's fine for say a heart transplant advert, but in any other context, no..Just no.

Hmmm...Other news...Yes, I WISH SOMEONE WOULD GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD, JUST GET OUT OK? GET OUT, GET OUT. Now that I've sounded like a complete schizophrenic, we'll move on. Trott's been picked for the final Ashes game...Well that's that over then. Must be something else...Oh yes, finished watching House season 2, a television show now officially as good as Lost and Peep Show.
Now for the rest of this post I'm going to talk about a song. Both versions are brilliant, the Rufus Wainright one and the Jeff Buckley, each are on my iPod anyway. It is without a doubt the most PERFECT love song ever made. Let me explain... Unlike Runaway which is just about being in love with someone, Halleujah speaks of love in all forms.

Actually being in a relationship - 'I used to live alone before I knew you '
Falling in love - 'You saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you'
Affairs - 'All I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you'
Reminiscing: 'There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you?'
A relationship doomed to fail - 'Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too,'

This song deals with the highs and lows of love, it combines the two complete opposites beautifully and majestically which leaves me almost mesmerised by it's beauty. Undeniably brilliant and terrifically versatile.

Tom,

P.S: It's a House and Wilson video to Hallelujah, damn why does my best friend have to be so far away?

P.S.S.: Just learnt my brother took three wickets today - I taught him everything he knows, really my three wickets.

Finally, this day has come.

Firstly and most importantly, let me thank my latest loyal disciple. I knew some stranger from the world would one day sign up, I have literally no idea why you have but thank you. I've started your blog, decided to start reading from first entry to most recent and it's proving to be a pretty interesting read. Thanks again.

Moving on. Everyone seems very angry with me tonight, I think I know why. Over the past week I've decided on quite a lot, mostly concentrating on society and indeed humanity's ultimate goal of achieving happiness in at least one of it's many mysterious forms. I'm making changes to who I am and not everyone seems to be adjusting, that was to be expected though. People are just going to have to accept this is who I am now and as a consequence of the current minor changes I'm already feeling better about myself and the world.

Quick note on my holiday. I'm not going to do a day by day account (I just cant quite muster the patience required) but suffice to say photos can be found on Facebook for those who care or were more expectant of a full breakdown of events. It was good to escape from the mayhem of Northleach anyway (note to new disciple - that was sarcastic, Northleach is like a really big poorly kept care home).

Tomorrow I'll try and do a better entry, a review of one of the best books I've ever read (I hope that comment hasn't ruined my review) and I'll let you know what I make of Season 2 of House, as always, under the assumption you care.

Tom,

P.S: MY KNEE REALLY HURTS.

Tom gazed outside only to find it was raining at an alarming rate. 'Bother!' He cried, 'this is August.'

I realise in my title I was referring to myself in the third person, which does seem a little odd, however it was but my cat's commentary on my life.
Attention loyal disciples! I'm going on holiday very soon and as I expect I'll be finishing House season two tomorrow, this could be the last post for an unimaginable stretch of time. I'll make it a damn good one for you.

Jonathan Trott added to the England squad? Excuse me? Trott? TROTT? TRROOOOTTTT???? Has he even played for the lions yet? Bloody hell, I'd be a better selection than TROTT! At least if the England management picked me for the fourth Ashes match tomorrow they'd get someone who can bowl a consistent length for ten minutes and someone who can perform a straight drive with such elegance it would cause most England supporters to accuse me of being a South African and pelt me with their groceries. I'm not a South African by the way. Clarification is bliss.

Gah, iTunes shuffle is simply a reflection of this dire weather, I've just had 'The Scientist' by Coldplay followed by 'We Might As Well Be Strangers' by Keane, just how much more depressing can you get? That question was rhetorical by the way, I'm not interested in comments suggesting two songs which boast in greater levels of depression.
After hours trawling on the Internet I finally found a document I had been eager to read for a while. Suffice to say, it's published by the Pentagon, involves the word 'nuclear' at least sixteen times per page and has a mammoth list of acronyms! It's proving to be a most interesting read. Watch this and giggle yourself to death...
This people is why England WILL win the Ashes:

Until next time...Presumably when I return from the mysterious Cornwall.

Tom,

P.S: iTunes has redeemed itself, 'Seven Days In The Sun' - Oh the irony!

The 150th post.

I'm now going to be very childish. Would just like to let everyone know, I was the one who started this blog business, I believe Emily then took it up, then Simon...James...I lose track after that. It's the only thing I've ever started and justifiably so, I'm the first to reach 150 posts. I rather forgot about the 100th, but hey, let's make a big deal out of the 150.
In a weird, arguably pointless half an hour, I've read over every post I've made since Thursday 30th Ocober 2008.
'Hello...Is that how you start a blog? ' - EVERYONE starts off with something like that, it's a bit sad really, very unoriginal. That was from my first post, if you hadn't of already guessed, most of it was about my review of two American sitcoms, the likes of which I haven't really seen much of since. How dull.
Next post though! Woah, we tap into my personal life, which come on, let's be brutally honest here, people read other people's blogs to find out what's going on in their private lives. The other stuff is interesting, sometimes...But we all read each others blogs to find out what the person concerned is thinking about, I'm simply typing what everyone is thinking. Now that we've got that cleared up, lets all make our blogs really personal and interesting...Please.
'Though I wait anxiously on MSN for when she will appear, where upon she will angrily rip me apart with her limited yet damaging vocabulary.' - That being the first insight into my own life, I remember Angry Girl...God, she was angry.
The next post, I give you all a link to a video I made, I hadn't at this point in my life discovered Youtube's embedding features, how silly of me.
It only takes 4 posts into this blog before I rant about Ian Bell: 'Someone like Ian Bell goes and drops it (no offence Bell...but come on fielding isn't your strong point is it?)' - If anyone cares, Ian's fielding has come on leaps and bounds, sometimes literally leaps and bounds, someone give him a badge.

I like my Nintendo and France post, my own writing made me chuckle, that isn't vain at all. Woah...And then a bit later on I get a girlfriend! My pencil was burnt that day as well...If anyone cares.
I ask a lot of questions in my posts. I still don't know the answer to this one: 'Who the hell is Amjad Khan??' - I've heard rumours he's a swing bowler, but TV evidence would suggest otherwise.
Tuesday, 16th December, I FINALLY get a fucking comment, on a really crap entry. That doesn't make any sense.

OUT OF CONTEXT - Apparently Avril Lavigne isn't afraid of ANYTHING - OUT OF CONTEXT.

Anyway, that was 2008. A lot of my 2009 posts I'm actually quite positive, apart from Monday 27th April that is. My post was just a title that day, a title which read as 'ANGRY'. James, you commented on that post and asked me why I was angry, I'm sorry I didn't get back to you, I don't remember why I was in a bad mood, I'll do some thinking.
Ooo...30th April, a post-birthday entry, I don't like reading what I wrote that day.

OUT OF CONTEXT - Andrea Corr would like to love me as I love her, I think she's confused, I don't love her - OUT OF CONTEXT.

2009 sees a significant increase in the amount of times I use P.S, or P.S.S, P.S.S.S, you get the picture...

Anyway, I don't know why I started this blog. I think I just wanted a splodge on the Internet to release my thoughts in a vaguely structured form which other people would have the opportunity to read. Thank you for reading them, thank you to those who have commented, I think I speak for everyone when I say that comments really do make this whole business worthwhile, so yeah..Cheers. I'm not going to stop writing, I plan to continue for a long time yet, probably until I get to University and can't afford an Internet connection due to tuition fees...Oh wait I forget! I can get into Scottish universities free of charge...Must shut up, don't want to antagonise my dwindling disciples.
This has basically been a summary of my blog since it's birth (couldn't think of anything more interesting to write, deal with it). I'm it's Dad by the way, Mummy is Blogger, thanks Blogger. On a final note, after 150 posts, I have realised that my blog title is completely inaccurate, this is my world, but in a way it's also kinda yours...I mean, I make all the big decisions, you just get to read about it and sometimes take part...

Thanks,

Tom,

P.S: It wouldn't be right to press publish without a P.S. I can't really think of anything to include in this P.S, so watch this! I heard it on the radio the other day and it made me giggle on a HORRIBLE day, I think you should listen to it as well. It's only about 40 seconds long, probably just under the average time it takes most to read my posts, waste your life a bit more...Please. It turns out I'm not the only one taking the piss out of Belly...Belly, that's actually his nickname, HA!