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My Earliest Memory

Right, before I properly start I need to clarify that 1. there may be typos cuz 2. I’m on Verity’s laptop, mine is crawling in viruses and won’t work, hence why I didn’t post on misc- SORRY ALL.

I know almost exactly the date of my first memory – 9/10.08.95, because it was the night Verity was born. I was 2 years and 11 months old, and Gareth and me were staying with my aunt and uncle and numerous cousins. I say numerous, I mean 4. Anyway, I was in a cot, which pissed me off cuz at home I was in a proper bed, and Gareth was asleep on the other side of the room we were in. My aunty had turned the light off so I started crying, I was scared of the dark until I was 12-ish. So my aunty came in and brought me into the living room to watch TV with herself and my uncle, who I didn’t like cuz he has a weird face. HE DOES. My aunt tries to sit me with him so I scream until she puts me on her lap. FIN. Oh, and I was wearing my favourite pyjamas, so win for me.

There were too many “and”s in that paragraph, I don’t care though ūüėÄ

Tomorrow myself and my fellow ‘geeks get our AS-level results, so expect an appropriately dismal post from me in the next couple of days. Oh and it’s Gareth’s 21st on Friday, happy birthday Tudes XD

See Jas and Rhys tomorrow, and Lily on Sunday when WE GO TO WALES! Bye xx


Tuesday, My Earliest Memory

My earliest memory must have been when I was around 2 years old. My mum can’t beleive I can remember it but I can really clearly!

Me mum and dad went on holiday to Dorset (I think) and where staying in a caravan holiday park. I remember seeing all the caravans and a big green field. But, here’s the bit I remember the most, in the middle of the field was a childs playpark. The playpark was…. Shaped like dinosaurs! Ahh! Like the slide was a massive brachiasaurous type thing. Well I thought it was massive but there is every chance it was tiny! I remember that playpark so much it’s weird!!

Then I went swimming… And that’s all I remember. It’s a hazy memory, but that little dinosaur playpark will always have a place in my heart… Sigh.

Earliest memory?

I suck in a massive way. But I am afraid that I couldn’t write either of my posts last week as we were in the middle of nowhere in the French countryside.. so what’s my forfeit to be?

Anyway, let’s get down to this.

My earliest memory involves a potty, so hey let’s not go there.¬†My second earliest memory is this: (setting the scene)

Picture; a small house in Swansea on a dark night, little me in yellow lily-of-the-valley pyjamas, angry parents, and a cat on a lead. A recipe for fun yes? Not quite so. My parents had recently taken my cat Idris (honestly) to the vet, and the vet said he shouldn’t be allowed outside on his own for a while. So the ‘rents had the bright idea of getting him a lovely fluorescent orange lead, so he could smell the fresh Welsh air but still be controlled (ahem). On said night, the ‘rents took Idris out in the garden for his premiere promenade, and needless to say, within five seconds all hell broke loose. Idris, like the wild tabby cat he was, broke free from the lead and made a dash for freedom into a hedge. Then followed a large amount of swearing, spitting and clawing, and my little self was hurried off to bed.

So you can see I had a good, sane start in life ūüôā


I’m chosing the next theme, which is your earliest memory, so Jas, Lily and Rhys write and describe them ok? I forgot how to edit my post ūüė¶

Oh, it says edit next to leave a comment, damn.

Oh yeah, Jas is on holiday next week.


Favourite Youtubers

When Jas set this as the theme for this week I was initially thrilled. I LOVE YOUTUBE. But since that post I’ve subscribed to like 3 new YTers and it’s made the decision harder. First of all, as correctly guessed by Jas is:

CHARLIEISSOCOOLLIKE: His real name is Charlie McDonnell and he’s #1 subscribed of all time, #1 subscribed directors and #1 subscribed partners. Basically, I’m not the only one who appreciates his awesome. Though when I think about it, I’m not sure why he’s so cool(like)… he’s cute, he’s a geek, he writes songs about Doctor Who… these all help but anyone could do that, he’s just BLARG amazing. And funny. And has a nice accent. I’m such a fangirl, I’ll shut up and move on to my next YTer.

NERIMON: He’s actually called Alex Day, and he’s Charlie’s best mate. I don’t like the name Nerimon to be honest, it sounds like moribund which means on the verge of becoming¬†obsolete, which is always cheerful. But Alex himself is awesome, he’s funny, also quite cute (even though he has a lightbulb head hahaha) and reads Twilight in a satirical way which I find hilaaahrious, and he’ sweet… shut up fangirl and move on.

This one has been the most difficult, I flipped a coin between the VlogBrothers and Shane Dawson and it landed on…

VLOGBROTHERS: (They were tails, in case you wanted to know, weirdos) I only became¬†acquainted with them after I joined Nerdfighters ( which they set up, which is like Facebook for nerds. JOIN. But anyway, the VlogBrothers are the brothers Green, John and Hank. John’s an author of such books as Paper Towns, An Abundance Of Katherines and Looking For Alaska (Lily likes them, I want them) and Hank’s something to do with the environment. They’re funny, nerdy, and I have the biggest geek crush on John Green… ahhhh.

Shane Dawson, Chris Crocker, Neil Cicierega, Desandnate, Barats and Bereta, LittleRadge, SxePhil, Meekakitty and DaveDays all deserve a mention. AND MURK PRODUCTIONS FOR THE LOLZ.

I’m made of awesome.

I await the next video, which will be a challenge for Lily as we like more or less exactly the same YTers, so Lily, AMAZE ME.

As always, lav ya xx

Tuesday: My Favourite YT People

Okay so I realise that this is my 3rd post in a row, mostly though because other people havent posted stuff. Also I am ill and cant think properly and have had a pretty lousy day so this may not make any sense. So my top youtube people… I’m not really one for scouring Youtube looking for funny people, put every now and again something comes up which I love XD

The only video blog I follow al the time is Miranda sings. Either mirandavlogz or mirandasings08. Basically Miranda Sings is a character invented by Colleen Ballinger who is an american actress and comedian who I love! In real life she has an incredible voice and sounds so lovely and down to earth, but she has an alter ego youtube character who cracks me up. ¬†It’s really funny because loads of people seeing her video for the first time don’t ‘get’ her and think shes just another youtube wannabe with scary lips and eyebrows so loads of the comments are really mean. But In the words of Miranda, HATERS BACK OFF.

Skip that video til 2:40 XD

Umh another person would be Doglover because she makes me laugh aswell. But I suppose I’m kinda laughing AT her rather than with her… For example when she does her music video to Metro Station she think ‘thinking of ways to get inside’ means trying to break into the house… ahahaha…. Thats to ger video, embedding was disabled.

Anddd as for a third person, There are many, mostly charlie mcdonnel but ill leave that to elli!


One of the great problems of being an atrocious human being is that you kind of need to change your persona in order to not suck. As such, I tend to idolise people regularly, and have taken inspiration from loads of people in my time…

Obviously, my Dad was a hero. He worked a lot, but I lived with my mum and 2 half sisters for years, my only grandparent was a Gran, I had reams of female cousins and 2/4 of my best friends were girls. And when you’re a kid, all women are harpies. This is just fact, nobody disputes it, on a boy’s 12th birthday, his mind is reset and he’s no longer secretly suspicious of vaginas, and suddenly you have twice as many friends in the world and life becomes really easy, right? But until then, women are harlots, and it’s bros before hoes, and Dad was basically the only guy who had my back. 2 of my closest friends, George and Liam, were boys, but I couldn’t trust them. They lived with their mums and sisters! They were too far gone. Dad just existed forever, and other than looking increasingly less like John Lennon as he ages, he is eternal and unchanging. He was wise beyond my years, to this day I basically haven’t left little boy mode of always going to him with a dilemma. He taught me how to read people, he taught me one of the most important life hacks I know (which I can’t reveal on here), and most importantly, he’s proven that you can actually be cool with a neckbeard, so if I can’t be bothered to shave for a month as with now, there may be hope for me anyways. He has also, of course, been constantly there (emotionally, as he is a taxi driver, he is phyiscally always absent).

And then of course there’s the growing up nonsense. As great as Dad was, being a taxi driver was hardly practical. I¬†progressed through¬†various learning institutions, and of course an asylum is a great place to meet the most mental and bizzarre people you’ve ever met. And there among them stood their leader, the balding hatter himself. Philius Nicholls. Anyone who was taught by him will still be able to recite his classroom’s specific anthem, a warbling chant delivered at rapid fire speed to bamboozle us into watching and listening to his every move. It seemed like he was singing, but he was tricking us into being educated! I had little interest in the British Takeover but I was so well versed in facts about it back then, and it’s all because of Philius, with his hair styled to match his idol Beethoven (and it was out of fashion then) and his ancient Greek name. He even led the school choir with military precision, which I was shamefully in. I remember the first time he took us on stage. We goose-stepped out there and delivered an operatic version of ‘Somewhere Only we Know’ by Keane, which went down… well, I still sometimes get teased for it. But here’s my point; I realised¬†at this point¬†that some of the most influential people in our lives are the ones that stand out, and so of course there’s nothing wrong with being star-craving mad, so long as you’re going somewhere with it. He made madness an art which I loved, and yet, managed to keep that musical mysteria separate from his maths teaching, which was coldly precise. In terms of just crunching numbers, I still haven’t seen anyone quicker. On top of this, he’s also a classically trained pianist, furthering my theory that he’s either related to or has also taught Lady Gaga. And then there are my current teachers, Mr Witney and Mr Pelley, who teach me philosophy and ethics respectively. In stark contrast to Mr Nicholls,¬†they taught me that you don’t NEED to be mad to work here, only that it helps. Which I’ve since lost the rights to as a phrase. They’re both very down to Earth people, very funny, very amusing, very helpful in any aspect of life I’ve ever approached them with and¬†have pretty good tastes in comedy,¬†while just happening to be teaching me. They make no effort to be out of this world unless ironically, and I love the total relaxation and contentment they seem to have for themselves.

I have of course, saved probably the most important for last. I’ve omitted many I’d like to speak about, such as existential serial killer Sylar from ‘Heroes’, or my primary school teachers who put me on a decent foundation or the Tillington Hobo. But ultimately, the person who’s inspired me more than anyone is a sexually ambiguous canadian writer who can make you laugh, cry, cry laughing and laugh crying, and then feel a sick sense of primal guilt for all 4 within 3 frames. This man is Joey Comeau. I refer to how I first knew him, through (doesn’t have nearly a big enough fanbase). I have since gone on to read his short stories, his writing for ‘Overqualified’, 4 genuinely meaningful interviews he conducted and have read ‘Lockpick Pornography’, a novella of his. Somewhen in the summer, I will commit myself to reading ‘One Bloody thing after Another’ because it will thrill me. That’s the plugging done. What Joey does fantastically is take individual insecurities that we never tell anyone about (you all have one), and analyse them from a viewpoint you’d not normally see (e.g an outsiders one, as you never tell people these sorts of things) and then lets you all see them as well. Another reviewer described Joey as building up lovely and charming characters just in time to make you watch him do horrible unspeakable things to them, which is also true and intriguing. His writing has helped me through many a bad episode, has changed my outlook on a huge number of things and it wouldn’t be an overreaction to say I would be a hugely different person without him. He’s what started me writing not just to communicate but for meaning, as I thought it’d be a good life goal to try, through my life, to write something about a third as well as he writes not just his stories and comics, but also his life. He also sells one of my favourite shirts ever, “Many problems, one solution: BLOW UP THE MOON”

Loads of people can inspire you in different ways, and to be blunt, if you’re not finding one small shimmer of inspiration a day,¬†it’s because either you’re not doing enough, or you’re too ego-centric to realise you can do better. Having said that, for God sake don’t dwell on it or you’ll realise quickly that unless you’re Usain Bolt (in which case, why am I bothering to address anyone else?), you’re probably not the best at what you do. The only person you’re ever really competing with is yourself, everyone else is just background noise. Inspiration’s a wonderful thing, but¬†I try not to lose sight of doing things¬†my way, because at the end of the day, it won’t be a mature Canadian’s voice in my ears, it’ll be mine. And my audience, as with anyone else’s, is very hard to impress.

If you are Rhys, this is God.