Absolute Shambles

Much like normal life, there are some things that can't be avoided when living the student life. To name but a few, these include hangovers, deadlines and, most dreaded of all, debt. That pristine piece of paper in your hand certifying your 2:1 degree in the field of International Spa Management can't save you from the horror that is student debt. But from the depths of despair rose a hero of the people, a man determined to save the young from the tyranny of student debt. This titan of a figure would bring joy to all, and unite the country under his banner. Jeremy 'Chairman' Corbyn, as the General Election of June 2017 loomed, was 'looking at ways' to bring down debt and abolish the hardship of tuition fees. All Power to the Chairman To give a rough estimate, around 63% of 18 to 34-year-olds voted for a government led by the humble Chairman, yet the Conservatives held on with their majority cut down significantly. Young people loved the thought of a more...

Dawn breaks on a Sunday morning. The sun beams through the clouds and showers the world with much needed sunlight. Birds chirp away; nature is awoken. In this beautiful moment, with the day just beginning, I discover something truly magnificent- there is now a Greggs in Plymouth. Civilisation has made it down to the far corners of Devon. For me, this is a personal triumph. I spent three years of my life living in this beautiful corner of the country, yet a nationwide bakery chain would not grace the city with its presence. But now something that can only be described as divine intervention has occurred. It brings tears of joy to my eyes. A place like this deserved a Greggs This milestone for Plymouth reminds me of an article I wrote in The Tab (that's right, the prestigious student news outlet) about why Plymouth was great. I ended the article calling for Plymouth to 'embrace the future... and restore some pride' by getting a Greggs. With that dream achieved, I see ...

I'm back. I was tired last week and couldn't be bothered to write. I'm only human after all, as the Rag'n'Bone Man that all the kids like nowadays says. But the events of this week has given me the spirit to write! I can hear all three of the regular readers out there cry in joy and relief. Keep it down please, I have rambling to do. Lately, whenever I wander through the ever growing field that is social media, I am greeted by the sight of a heavily tattooed Irishman squaring up to a Ben sized black man who likes to throw money around. The titanic bout that is Conor McGregor vs Floyd Mayweather Jr. is only a month away, and even though it's a stunt to fill their coffers, these two combat sport champions are (hopefully) going to engage in one hell of a fight. But it got me thinking. Actually my first thought was how awesome it would be to train like a UFC fighter or a boxer because they are shredded as fuck. That's a plan for another day though. No, the t...

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. DON'T BE A BITCH IF YOU READ ON AND SEE SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW. IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR NOT BEING UP TO DATE WITH TV The time of reckoning is fast approaching! No, the end of the world is not upon us, but a more important and pivotal event is about to occur. For July 16 will bring forth the beginning of the new series of Game of Thrones . Let the over reaction to the actions of fictional characters and the horrible heartbreak of fantasy drama commence. I love TV, oh so very much. To have an endless supply of TV at my fingertips through the joys of Sky and Netflix means that my appetite for entertainment is fulfilled. There is so much binge watching, and there is oh so much to see. You need a complex Excel spreadsheet or an entire wall of your house dedicated to plot lines in order to keep up to date with all the shows. Hell, I even drew my mum a map of Westeros so she knew who lived where in Game of Thrones ...

As it comes up to the 1 month anniversary of me deciding it would be a great idea to start a blog, I thought a lot about anniversaries this week. For all you History nerds out there, June 22 is a super important one, and if you don't know why then please hand in your History membership card and go join another nerdy order. I have no time to deal with this insolence.  June 22 1941 saw the start of the German invasion of the Soviet Union with the launching of Operation Barbarossa, unleashing what can only be described as a shit storm. To cut a long story short (which sucks since I wrote my dissertation on this), the Nazis were doing alright, it got cold, the Soviets got bored of losing so became super aggressive and fought back. I would mention multiple factors like Adolf Hitler's leadership, Yugoslavia, spy networks, tactics, logistics, propaganda and pissed off partisans in stalling the German war machine but I'm tired and there is much to talk about. 'The head-on ...

Wow, this is the fourth blog entry. I'm impressed with myself. Honestly, I thought I would have given up by now but apparently I've lured myself into a false sense of security and assumed people actually care about what I'm saying. Thanks to those that keep reading, and if this is your first one then you should start with the first one and read them all. Have a reading binge rather than a TV binge. http://absosham.blogspot.co.uk/2017/05/the-first-step-on-potentially-short.html  (hooray for shameless self promotion) Today is all about jobs, and how my journey up to London was one full of excitement, new horizons and how I found the Malawian embassy.  Ben the diplomat Told you. 😄 Right, let's get on with it.

It would be so easy and predictable to talk about the aftermath of the election, and there is a lot of temptation to dabble in this topic. But that's all everyone wants to talk about on blogs and in articles- there needs to be some sort of variety. I love a good election (as last week proved; here's a link if you missed it  http://absosham.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/i-have-fever-and-only-voting-will-cure.html ) but I need a break from politics for a while. All this talk about hung parliaments, the DUP and the hilarious demise of UKIP has worn me out. I will say that it was awesome that youth turnout was high, really shows the difference it can make. Instead, I'm gonna talk about something else that wore me out. That's right kids, I've reached the point in my short blogging career that I can go on about exercise and how lovely it is. 'But Ben!' exclaims the now slightly annoying Internet user, 'Exercise isn't lovely, you become a sweaty mess. Also, ...