Afternoon, folks.
Having just polished off what was probably the worst excuse for a Cornish pasty this side of Devon, I write to you now from the sterile comfort of one of University College Falmouth's many computer rooms, the hum of electronics and the strangely dry heat beginning to make my head hurt.
Unfortunately for both yourself, and I, you will soon be hearing frequently from me in this pretty little corner of the internet. Opinions, musings, rantings, ravings.. You will be privy to each and all of these, you lucky beans! So without further ado, let us begin.
Perhaps, we should start at the beginning, as any sort of story/account/reconfabulation should do. I arrived here in Falmouth sometime in the afternoon of Monday the 25th of September. I spent a good forty five minutes moving copious amounts of clothes [most of which I'll never wear] and food [which generally requires little more than a kettle to make 'edible']. Unfortunately most of this still remains in boxes, but I'm sure unpacking properly will come in due time. Luckily for me, I'm housed with a group of particularily wonderful, if eclectic people. I won't bore you with the interesting bits, but rather give you an overview of what has ensued the past three nights I have been living here. 'Pon the eve of Monday, the celestial and the demonic clashed in a frenzy of snakebite and nicotine as the stannary played host to 'Horns and Halos' theme night. Much fun was had, alongside excrutiatingly embarrassing dancing and air guitar played upon cheap plastic tridents. Oh yes, freshers week indeed.
The next night took a slightly different direction, as I and a flat mate went for a couple of pints down at the pub. Nice and relaxed, with playful insults slung back and forth amidst the initial 'getting-to-know-someone' phase. He is ginger, I might add [and thus, has no soul]. And so we come to last night. A few of us from block K [woop!] went up to the boathouse, where conversation was made, and little else happened.
Anyhow, now that we have the extracurricular covered, how about the curricular?
Journalism [BA Hons, mind!] is the... Journey I seemed have embarked upon, though I am yet to look back, and doubt I will. This, which you read now is the third piece of 'work' I have undertaken as part of the course, and so far probably the most expansive [as you can tell, they're yet to really shove us in at the deep end... But I'm waiting with bated breath]. I feel both anticipation and anxiety when I consider the coming year, and the two which will follow, but I am certain come graduation, I will look back only with fondness.
And so last of all, defying convention to the bitter end, I will introduce myself.
Michael Robert Eardly Alexis Korner-Davidson in full, Michael Korner-Davidson if we're being official.. But you can just call me Mikey, It's easier that way.
I struck the grand old age of 19 on the 13th of the ninth oh-six, yet I feel barely older than sixteen, if I'm honest [I'll be sitting there with my pipe and glass of cognac before you know it!].
There's not very much more I can convey to you across this expanse of wires and digital signals about myself, as I feel only in conversation can you truly know someone. As the old saying goes, it takes two to tango.
So, do stay tuned, as there will certainly be more to follow...
Over and out,
Mikey x
Having just polished off what was probably the worst excuse for a Cornish pasty this side of Devon, I write to you now from the sterile comfort of one of University College Falmouth's many computer rooms, the hum of electronics and the strangely dry heat beginning to make my head hurt.
Unfortunately for both yourself, and I, you will soon be hearing frequently from me in this pretty little corner of the internet. Opinions, musings, rantings, ravings.. You will be privy to each and all of these, you lucky beans! So without further ado, let us begin.
Perhaps, we should start at the beginning, as any sort of story/account/reconfabulation should do. I arrived here in Falmouth sometime in the afternoon of Monday the 25th of September. I spent a good forty five minutes moving copious amounts of clothes [most of which I'll never wear] and food [which generally requires little more than a kettle to make 'edible']. Unfortunately most of this still remains in boxes, but I'm sure unpacking properly will come in due time. Luckily for me, I'm housed with a group of particularily wonderful, if eclectic people. I won't bore you with the interesting bits, but rather give you an overview of what has ensued the past three nights I have been living here. 'Pon the eve of Monday, the celestial and the demonic clashed in a frenzy of snakebite and nicotine as the stannary played host to 'Horns and Halos' theme night. Much fun was had, alongside excrutiatingly embarrassing dancing and air guitar played upon cheap plastic tridents. Oh yes, freshers week indeed.
The next night took a slightly different direction, as I and a flat mate went for a couple of pints down at the pub. Nice and relaxed, with playful insults slung back and forth amidst the initial 'getting-to-know-someone' phase. He is ginger, I might add [and thus, has no soul]. And so we come to last night. A few of us from block K [woop!] went up to the boathouse, where conversation was made, and little else happened.
Anyhow, now that we have the extracurricular covered, how about the curricular?
Journalism [BA Hons, mind!] is the... Journey I seemed have embarked upon, though I am yet to look back, and doubt I will. This, which you read now is the third piece of 'work' I have undertaken as part of the course, and so far probably the most expansive [as you can tell, they're yet to really shove us in at the deep end... But I'm waiting with bated breath]. I feel both anticipation and anxiety when I consider the coming year, and the two which will follow, but I am certain come graduation, I will look back only with fondness.
And so last of all, defying convention to the bitter end, I will introduce myself.
Michael Robert Eardly Alexis Korner-Davidson in full, Michael Korner-Davidson if we're being official.. But you can just call me Mikey, It's easier that way.
I struck the grand old age of 19 on the 13th of the ninth oh-six, yet I feel barely older than sixteen, if I'm honest [I'll be sitting there with my pipe and glass of cognac before you know it!].
There's not very much more I can convey to you across this expanse of wires and digital signals about myself, as I feel only in conversation can you truly know someone. As the old saying goes, it takes two to tango.
So, do stay tuned, as there will certainly be more to follow...
Over and out,
Mikey x
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