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.

Tiredness can kill...

"Any sense of humour you usually have will instantly perish the moment you realise you're living on 2 hours sleep you managed to snatch at some ungodly hour when you passed out fully-clothed on your bed, wrapped in the cosy embrace of half a litre of Jack Daniels..." - Matt Clemenson, 20/10/2012

So yeah, last night me and my flatmate Sheldon stayed in and were trying to watch a pretty intense political thriller when a couple of girls from the flat above paid us a visit. Boy can they drink. Suffice to say after a pretty eventful and embarrassing game of "I have never", a couple of interesting videos watched on YouTube (which were much, much funnier when we were drunk than when we watched them back sober and just though, WTF? ), and a weird incident involving a drunk Norwegian and a large medicine ball, no-one was in a particularly fit state to go for a jog or anything this morning. Getting into bed at 5 was heavenly - waking up at 7 to a world spinning at about 40 miles per hour was not. Not in the slightest. I mean, me and Sheldon had honestly been determined to have a quiet one last night. I guess fate had a different plan - God really does work in mysterious ways.

Anyways, around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, with the hangover still heavy on my head, I remembered I had offered to take part in a photo-shoot for a friend of mine on the beach that day. Uh-oh. I won't go into too many details, but the shoot involved me sitting in a freezing cold rock pool fully clothed, going for a nice little stroll through the also freezing cold sea (still fully clothed here), and then walking back through an empty Falmouth hungry and absolutely cream-crackered.  My lack of sleep essentially meant I was a walking zombie the entire day, and inevitably at about 8 o'clock this evening I gave in and had a 2 and a half hour nap - I don't think my sleeping pattern's gonna recover from that mental night in for a while.

Now readers, don't get me wrong, I had a great time. I just can't see how there are people in this world who make their living this way. I realise a lot of the people who do so are in fact much better looking than me, but still, it's not exactly rewarding. If anything it's sort of degrading. You're not really a person whilst you're being photographed, more of a plaything for the people co-ordinating the shoot. I just don't really get why people would be attracted to that way of life (modelling that is, not photography - which I actually think is a really cool way that humanity has created to express itself). If anyone has any ideas why there are people out there determined to make their living basically pouting at a camera, or if I'm missing the point entirely, please let me know.

I don't mean to sound ignorant, I'm just trying to gain a better understanding.

Matt out.