Return of the blog...

So I guess I started pretty well there for a week and then the heavy drinking nights and numerous presentations took their toll and I've sort of not blogged quite as much as I should have. Anyways, you have my apologies for that, now onwards with the subject of this blog.

So last night I attended my university's Halloween party dressed as a pirate. I should say Zombie pirate, as I tried to jazz up the costume I used at my fresher's week pirate party and make it a tad scarier. Anyways, I thought I'd share a photo with you lucky people, let me know what you think:

Gutted you cant see my knee high boots to be honest...

Now let me tell you, in a student bar filled with roughly 600 people, a sword can be a truck-load of fun. I lost count within the first hour of the number of people I threatened to a swordfight purely as an ice-breaker. It worked  a treat, so there's a life lesson for you.

I love Halloween. It's something about the way everyone (as in society as a whole) has just accepted that for one night of the year it's entirely agreeable to try and scare the heck out of anyone and everyone, and to extort snacks from strangers by threatening to trick them. I guess it appeals to the cynic in me.

Anywho, my parents are down in Cornwall next week, and I've got to admit I am looking forward to seeing them. I am going to make them pay for everything I need for a week and it's going to be glorious (I mean, that is what parents are for, right?).

My next post will probably be about the banter that ensues when the Clemenson clan relocate to Cornwall for a week, so stay tuned...

Matt out.