Snookered on a Sunday night...

So, I haven't been on here in a while, which is mainly a fault of my own. The combination of a large back-catalogue of late 19th century poetry and Christmas excitement meant that blogging really wasn't on my mind for a long time.

But anyways, here I am once again.

I hope your Christmas was good, reader. I for one loved being able to go back home and catch up with all my school mates. Truth be told I got drunk rather too much and didn't do anything like enough degree work over the holidays, but from asking around since I've been back down here in Cornwall I gather none of my uni friends did anything like uni-work over their times back home, so I'm not alone on that one.

One thing I will say about my holiday period - I finally buckled to social pressure and got twitter. Not because I have some desperate need to stalk my favourite celebrities, but because I began to feel like I was missing out on a chance to remain in touch with people from Sixth-form, and quite frankly I couldn't really think of a reason not to get it. So yeah, Tweet me or whatever, I'll probably reply.

I, like most of the human race, love Christmas. It's one of the few times of the year where the smile that's plastered to my face when I walk around isn't the least bit faked, and it's socially acceptable to listen to Fairytale of New York on repeat as much as I want. But most of all it's about family, and surrounding yourself with the people you love. I was lucky enough to experience 2 Christmases, one with my flat at uni, and one with my family. Both were brilliant, and being surrounded by laughter and people smiling means it's hard not to love Christmas as much now as I did when I was 7 years old.

I was fortunate enough to receive a silly amount of presents this Christmas, from a Star Wars T-shirt from my girlfriend to a kindle fire from my family, and a vast amount of chocolate and alcohol in between. Anyhow, I've deliberately left New Years (both eve and resolutions) for another post, probably tomorrow, so for now, so long readers.

Stay Classy,
M