My sleepless night, sponsored by Hoodie Allen

Sleep, please. I actually miss you a bit. Fancy helping me out?

I love finding a song that just fits my mood or thoughts of a particular time. It’s a big reason that music is such a huge part of my life. It’s a big reason it should be the part of everyone’s life. The raw emotions that music and words can bring out of anyone, how we can draw our own personal meanings from something. It’s really incredible and is undervalued by so many of the masses that will listen to whatever is served up to them in the charts. Woah, I got a bit ranty there didn’t I? My bad. Where was I? Fuck, I wasn’t going anywhere with this. I’m just rambling.

All I want to do,

Is sit and wait for you


Are you movin’ ahead?

Am I fallin’ behind?

Fuck it, probably either way it’s all in my mind

Ranting is healthy

Just as a little warning, this is just me getting frustrations out. I love my family to bits, I can swear a lot, if it’ll bother you I’d suggest not reading on. Some people might find it quite amusing though, so anyway!

/Rant mode on: So since I moved back home, I forgot that my family is ignorant to technology. Even my younger brother that’s a mechanic will ask me how to do the simplest thing on his phone or laptop. I don’t mind it most of the time, but it really fucking grinds my gears.

Since I moved home the internet has been pretty ropey, speed is awful for what my parents pay for, connection is sketchy too. I’ve pretended to be my dad on the phone multiple times to the shitty company we get broadband from (Yeah it’s Sky), the one time having such a deep voice helps eh?

I’ve troubleshooted, changed tons of connections, configured allsorts. Every time the “broadband specialist” I speak to has the answer, hasn’t worked once yet. I’m sick and tired of this shit. I’m too nice to be arsey on the phone and threaten to leave and so on, I’d feel bad. So i’m polite and take the bullshit every time.

This time better have fixed the problem, or I’m going to hunt them down.

My biggest beef with the whole thing is the logic of my family:

We eat food every day, we’re not Jamie Oliver or Ainsley Harriot though.

I use a laptop or computer every day, why does this make me Steve Jobs.

Essentially, I’m the equivalent of Roy from the IT Crowd. /rant mode off

Thanks for that internet, much better.