Absolute Shambles

'If you do not believe you can do it then you have no chance at all.'-  Arsène Wenger Way back in October, I wrote the first part of the cunningly named series titled  'Can England win the World Cup?' , and reading it back I realised how rushed this post was. Albeit, this is when I had a job and wasn't deemed to be a disturber of the peace (yeh, I'm not gonna let it go anytime soon), but for a question this serious and important it requires plenty of detail. The mightiest of armchair pundits will soon come together and ferociously debate how England will do in Russia in June and July. By Wednesday 16th May, Gareth Southgate will have named his squad and all the loyal fans will analyse the players that have been entrusted to bring glory to the nation. Tempers will surely flare, and families and friendships are sure to be torn asunder over the glaring issues of such as who should start in goal and whether it's time to bring Emile Heskey out of retirement. An

SHAUN: Take car. Go to Mum's. Kill Phil - "Sorry." - grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How's that for a slice of fried gold? ED : Yeah, boyyyeee! Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, Shaun of the Dead , 2004 I remain in exile. There is no certain time frame when I can return to the working world, and the fear that  my ordeal  will hang over my head for the foreseeable future makes that return just a tad more terrifying. Nevertheless, with free time still in plentiful amounts, mixed in with hunting for potential employment and training for that 100 km walk that is drawing ever closer, I feel that it's time to play some video games. The trailer for Red Dead Redemption 2 got me all in a tizzy, and I have to distract myself from the lure of Avengers: Infinity War spoilers. I've seen the memes, people disappear, but who is it?! I must know but I find myself compelled to rewatch all the movies from the MCU, just

'We are not the makers of history. We are made by history.'- Martin Luther King Jr., from his book Strength to Love , 1963 For all those that have somehow kept up with all my ramblings and rants about the world we live in, it may be no surprise to know that I have a great love of history. At school, it felt like it was the only thing that I really excelled in, although my grade at A-Level doesn't act as good evidence for this. I had a burning passion for learning about how the past had shaped the modern world, with the beautiful tapestry that is history showing us incredible stories of love, betrayal and innovation. These stories act as an inspiratio n to many people, citing the sharp wit of Winston Churchill and the wise words of Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi as examples of the glories of the past. People spend hours studying the campaigns of  Napoléon Bonaparte and Alexander the Great, their mouths open in disbelief in how expansive their empires became. While history is al